I looked up “Bina” and what I found made me sit back and stare.
And while nothing more than a group of Romans was listed under the search of my first name,
Now, I don’t mean to sit here and say that I thought I had no meaning in life until I found out that my name had a “real definition”,
in that moment when the nickname given to me years ago showed to have the same meaning as the one bestowed upon me by my parents…
Kelly put it so well in her post:
His name is Jesus. Immanuel. “God with us.”
“What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies.
Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died — more than that, who was raised to life — is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?
As it is written:
‘For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.’
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
– Romans 8:31-39
I hope you will take the time to jump over to katdish’s place at Hey look, a chicken because Kelly gives much more insight to this thought processes…and I am thankful to them both for this post as it stirred up the passion within my heart and soul…and reminded me to get up and get moving for Him.
*Photo used is “Bina, Plain Up Close” by Julia Galvan, summer of ’09 *