Louisa Is Known
“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)
This story blessed me so much as I watched it happen. I hope it encourages your hearts as well.
I got to have Sunday dinner with the Buerkle family recently. After our delicious meal, the grown-ups lounged around the living room, laughing and chatting. We could hear running, shouting, giggles, and the jumping off of bunkbeds coming from Inen, Jaxon, and Louisa as they played in the back bedroom.
All of a sudden two-year-old Louisa came running in to where we were, her lower lip trembling on the verge of all-out tears. She threw herself on Korie’s chest, words tumbling out urgently, too fast and toddler-spoken for me to make them out.
Korie, still looking up and laughing at something Brandon had said, smoothed back her daughter’s hair. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Louisa repeated her question, more urgently, more distressed.
“What is… what is…” (start of a sob) “what is my name?”
“What is your name?” Korie looked amused and confused. “Well, what is your name?”
The tiny girl stared at her, very seriously. Tears formed.
“I t’an’t remember.”
To be honest, I giggled a little bit, just at the utter cuteness of the whole situation.
But Korie got solemn. She put her hands on her daughter’s cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. “Your name is Louisa.”
The baby’s shoulders visibly relaxed and she smiled.
She snuggled in for a kiss and then, all distress gone, immediately dashed off to find her big brother and cousin and resume playing.
The person who loves her best had reminded her of who she was. All was well.
“…He is the one who can tell us the reason for our existence,
our place in the scheme of things, our real identity…
how we have chased around the world for answers to that riddle,
looked in the eyes of others for some hint, some clue,
hunted in the multiple worlds of pleasure and experience and self-fulfillment
for some glimpse, some revelation, some wisdom, some authority
to tell us our right name and our true destination…
but there was, and is, only One who can tell us this:
the Lord Himself…
He will whisper it to us
not in the mad rush and fever of our striving
and our fierce determination to be someone,
but rather when we are content to rest in Him,
to put ourselves into His keeping, into His hands.”
—Emilie Griffin, in her excellent book on prayer, Clinging