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The story begins on my humble, yet very pretty farm out in the country. It is filled with forests and paths and, as I am currently unemployed and living alone, I spend my days (among other things) in prayer, walking around the farm peacefully. I enjoy this time alone with God and often feel as though God moves through me to pray for certain things in the world. But that is another story.

Over the last week I had been thinking about names. My given name is David, but that doesn’t describe me at all! It simply isn’t my name, just what I am called. And I put thought into it. Perhaps my name is “the sinner who finally came back to the flock”, but then that would describe any of Christ’s people. So I thought a little about what my name was, until on one of my prayer walks I turned to God and I asked “What is your name God?”. I didn’t expect the prayer to be answered; more that it was a musing that I could explore later

I was in prayer later that night as I lay in bed. And it so happened that I got so carried in prayer that I realised about what I had prayed for and became in shock (I will not go into it, not relevant). The fears started to well up inside of me and I spent 10 minutes or so fighting them off. I wondered what God thought about what I had just prayed about and whether it was a mistake.

But then the strangest thing happened…