Draw the scene in your mind;
Devastation has been hurled upon her. Her Lord was murdered, gone forever. Now His body was stolen.

It’s just too much to bear.

John 20:15-16 Jesus *said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing Him to be the gardener, she *said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus *said to her, “Mary!” She turned and *said to Him in Hebrew, Rabboni!” (which means, Teacher).

In the midst of her grief, she just wanted answers. She wanted the dead body her Jesus. There He was, standing right next to her, and she didn’t recognize Him…

Until He spoke her name.

There’s something deep within us that longs to hear Him speak our name. It’s so intimate… so breathtaking. Something happens in that moment that defines our individuality and restores our true identity.

Our heart awakens, our eyes open

When when we hear Him speak our name.

Something within us shrieks, “He knows me! And I know Him! He hears me, and I hear Him! I call Him by name, and He answers.

He calls me by name, and everything within me awakens.”

What’s in a name? Our whole history! Every moment of our life, every breath we’ve taken… In one single word our very existence is expressed.

Her eye’s were opened to see Him,

To recognize His Presence,

When she heard Him speak her name.

Hear Him speak your name, my friend…. and see how your soul responds.