As a result of moving this week, Josh and I were away from home for four days. I do not like to be away from home because I love spending time with Sonya and our family. It seems that while I was gone Hannah missed me terribly. There was an interesting habit she formed when I arrived back home. She now calls me Danny. It would bother me if she did not say my name with such love and affection. I was unloading the truck and she was crying out for me, “I want my Danny.” She came running down the hall, saying, “Where are you Danny?”
It is true that children are supposed to call there dads, “Daddy or at least Dad.” But in our household she has laid hold of the name that everyone else calls me, “Danny”. The truth is, I kind of like it this way. It does my heart good to here her call me by my name.
This is similar to the our relationship with God. I have always prayed to the Father in Heaven. As a matter of fact, I address Him as Father. This is what He means to me. He is My Father! There are other names that fit Him and that we can address Him by any time we pray. He answers to more than just Dad or Father. There are names throughout Scripture that define who God is. Names that others have called Him throughout history and He has answered.
Jehovah-Jireh, our provider.
Jehovah-Rapha, our healer.
El-Shaddai, the all-sufficient one.
El-Elyon, the Most High God.
The Great Shepherd
Prince of Peace and many more names.
He answers to the names that we call Him as long as it is done with love and affection. Call out to Him, He answers to His name.