The matchless name. The name above all names. The name that will cause every knee to bow. The name that every tongue will confess.
Jesus.
I remember a time when I felt hopeless and alone- one of those days you knew couldn’t possibly get worse, but then of course, it did. I sat at my kitchen table… tear-stained face hidden in my hands… and all I could do was whisper out loud, “Jesus.”
It was faint and desperate, but softly uttering that name gave me hope. I spoke it again… more strength surfaced. Over the course of several minutes, I spoke His name again and again. What started out as a cry of desperation turned into a victorious shout. My Savior, Jesus was my shield and strength. He was my Refuge. He was my Deliverer. He was my Victory! I was flooded with such expectancy, just by saying and believing in the power of His name.
