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When my children were babies, I made up lullabies for them that repeated their names over and over. The sound of their names, sung gently and lovingly, soothed them to sleep many nights. Those lullabies, naming them, telling them how they would grow up strong and brave, broke through many moments of anger and fear and frustration. Even today, as they are both in elementary school, those same lullabies comfort and relax them.
Something about hearing our own name, spoken gently and tenderly, stops us short, calls us out of our fear and panic, and brings us back into our true selves. Reminds us who we are, at our core. Whether it is God calling us by name, beloved and chosen, at our baptism – or a parent singing us to sleep – hearing our name spoken in love breaks through to us.