“But now thus says the LORD, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: ‘Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine’” (Isaiah 43:1).

I suppose one of the most mind-boggling things to me is that of the 7.63 billion people alive on the earth today, God knows my name. Me. Personally. He knows where I live, what I think, and what abilities I possess. He even knows how many hairs are on my head (Matthew 10:30). My finite mind has trouble grasping this infinite knowledge of our great God, but it is reassuring not frightening.

Psalm 139:17-18 says, “How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.”

How can I have a bad day when I realize God is thinking precious thoughts about me—so many wonderful thoughts that they are as abundant as grains of sand. They are so numerous I would have trouble counting them all! But that is our loving God. He sees each of us as an individual. He knows our personality quirks. He understands our worries. He sees our heart’s desires. He created us and has known us since we were cradled in our mother’s womb (Psalm 139:13-14).

God knows your name. He thinks about you constantly. You have significance with Him, and He has a plan and purpose for your life as well.

“I have even called you by your name” (Isaiah 45:4). Hug that thought to yourself today.

Prayer: As I start my day, Lord, it is comforting and powerful that You know my name and You think precious thoughts about me. No matter the struggles I may face today, no matter the disappointments or hurts I may endure, You haven’t forgotten me. You know who I am, and You have good plans for me. You assure me I am Yours. Thank You for Your amazing, mind-boggling love. I love You too!


Mary enjoys traveling, meeting new people, and spending time with old friends. Although directionally challenged, she would rather take the back roads with their discoveries than the boredom of the interstate.

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