Saturday night I had a hard time getting to sleep. My mind was running a mile a minute. Mostly because of a song, actually the chorus of a song, kept running through my mind. It’s a song called, “Hallowed Be Your Name.” Ron Kenoly sings it. The lyrics go like this:
Hallowed be your name,
Hallowed be your name,
Hallowed be your name,
Lord and Majesty, divine authority,
Hallowed be your name.
Often times when a song is going through my mind, I think that God is trying to tell me something, maybe remind me of something. The first thing that came to mind was, “What’s the definition of ‘Hallowed’?” I thought, “revered, holy”. So I decided to look up the definition. Here’s what I found, “Holy, consecrated, greatly respected or revered.”
The song is a declaration – Holy, Consecrated, Revered, is the name of the Lord. That means it’s a name that is to be spoken and thought of in reverence, not casually or carelessly. God, even though He is our Heavenly Father, is to be honored and given the respect and reverence He is due. In my mind He is my “Abba Father,” my Daddy. That isn’t said in a flippant manner, but one of respect and acknowledgement of His authority over me.
My heart sings, “Hallowed Be Your Name” as my daughter’s song of love to my “Abba Father.” Even in the turmoil of my mind I can sing a song of worship and adoration; and with it comes a sense of His presence and peace. Hallowed Be Your Name, Father God!
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Donna Knuth Rice
I am trying a blog for the first time in my life, and frankly, I feel like I don't have a clue as to what I'm doing! But, here goes.
I work at a Christian Television network in the Correspondence Department, where I write letters and emails to our viewers, pray with them for their needs, and send materials they request.
I am a Christian. I was saved at the age of 11 during a youth meeting at my church. My pastor led me to the Lord, and to say the least, my life has been an adventure.
I am a widow. My late husband, Allen, passed away after 34 1/2 years of marriage. He had been sick the last seven years of his life, and it was a struggle, for him and for me.
We met as part of a singing group that was affiliated with a Christian Radio station, and we sang together all through our lives together. We both worked in television and radio all through our married life, mostly for Christian stations.
Besides singing I also play flute. I had the luxury of having parents who started out as music teachers...so music was in our house constantly.
Some people describe me as being a loud-mouthed lime type...can't disagree with that. I have a tendency to put my foot in my mouth more times than I can count! I also have a tendency to say exactly what's on my mind...which is why I get myself in so much trouble! LOL! Trust me, that's something me and God have been working on for a very long time.
I have no children here on earth, although I have a baby in heaven. My baby here is my dog Jack. He's a black lab/ chow mix. He's a big boy....thinks he's a lap dog!
Can't think of much else to say. The reason I started this blog is because a few months ago in church, a guest pastor came and delivered a message, and when he asked for those of us who wanted prayer to come forward, I did. When he came to me he asked me if I did any journaling. I told him no 'cause I wasn't very good at it. He told me to start, and prophesied over me that my journal thoughts would impact other people. I wasn't sure just how I was to go about doing this. In fact, I was a little hesitant at first. I started journaling at home, and our assistant pastor's wife asked me to submit something for our Senior newsletter. I didn't the first edition, but something I had heard on Christian radio a long time ago and has stuck with me all these years, came to mind so I submitted an article. That article will be my first post.
I don't claim to have all the answers, and my thoughts may seem a little "out there", but I feel God has been prodding me to do this, and so here I am.
I hope what I post will bring encouragement, and "Something to Think About".
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