It's a well-known fact that I have one of the weirdest names EVER! Apparently, some people (a.k.a. my bosses) think it has to be pronounced with an extra accent or something. I have heard numerous, countless versions of my name; anything from "Nahayla" (can that actually be spelled?!) to "Natella". Over the years, I guess it has gotten less embarassing to hear my name in public. But growing up, whenever I heard my name in public, I'd get so embarassed because I knew that I was the only person in that location who could possibly be named Nahela. I figure with a made up name no one else in the world will ever have it, so if I'm being called, there is no mistaking that it is for me! However, if you find someone else with my name, be sure to pass along the word to me!
Anyway, when I was at ladies prayer this Friday, I was completely consumed in the presence of God. God was really speaking to me through different people and through His word. As I quieted myself at the end of the meeting, I felt drawn to read Jeremiah 29. I started in the beginning, went on past verse 11, and ended at verse 32. And this is what verse 32 says:
"therefore thus says the Lord: Behold, I will punish Shemaiah the Nehelamite and his family: he shall not have anyone to dwell among this people, nor shall he see the good that I will do for My people, says the Lord because he has taught rebellion against the Lord."
I guess I never read this chapter well enough or thoroughly enough because I never noticed that before! How amazingly close it is to my name. I really AM inspired by God. Not only in my being, in my purpose, in my calling, but in my name! I never thought I'd ever find something so close to my name in any piece of written work, let alone the Bible---the inspired word of God. I am astounded to know that I was uniquely planned long before I had form. Everything about me, down to my name, has truly been inspired by God. Leaving ladies prayer that night, I left with an assurance that my God has a perfect agenda for my life in His timing, if I would only trust my identity in Him. And that's all I needed to know.
"Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them." (Psalm 139:16)
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All my life I've been called, "Jail", "Jalee" "Jaiyell" "Haiyell" ect. I feel your pain. I too was embarrased as a kid because no one could ever say it right. And now I love that no one has my name, and I hope I never meet anyone with my name so I can go my whole life and say, "I've never met another person with my name before." (Unless of course someone names their kid after me, then that would be a perfectly acceptable exception!)
Hey friend! How is life on the "other" side?
I like it, but I actually miss blogging. I was thinking about blogging again, but then it's like, "well, I already told people I went to myspace, and so no one even looks at my blog anymore, and I'de have to advertise, and then I'de just feel stupid, and what's the point???"
Well, you're already linked to my blog so I'd read it, even if no one else did. Plus have you looked at Allene's blog? She said she neglected her blog for awhile and look at the responses she got from her latest!
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