“They that know Thy name will put their trust in Thee” (Psalm 9:10, KJV).
When life presses in on you, what name do you whisper first? The psalmist writes, “They that know thy name will put their trust in thee” (Psalm 9:10, KJV). Not those who merely say His name. Not those who post His name. But those who know His name. To know His name is to know His nature. So I call Him. Not just “God.” I Call Him by His name.
Scripture tells us that God has given Jesus “a name which is above every name” (Philippians 2:9). But what moves me most is that He carries so many names because we live through so many kinds of days.
Some mornings I need Him as King of Kings and Lord of Lords (Revelation 19:16). When the world feels unstable and leadership feels uncertain, I remind myself: there is still a throne above every throne. My week is not ruling itself. My challenges are not sovereign. He is.
Other days I need Wonderful Counselor (Isaiah 9:6). Because wisdom is harder than strength. Strength pushes through. Wisdom listens, pauses, discerns. And I have learned, especially in leadership, in ministry, in motherhood, that not every open door is assignment. Sometimes I whisper, “Counsel me, Lord,” and wait for that quiet internal nudge that only He gives.
There are moments when exhaustion creeps in, not dramatic, just steady. The kind that comes from carrying much and saying little. In those seasons, I call Him Mighty God. Not as poetry, but as dependence. Mighty means I do not have to be.
And when my heart feels vulnerable, when I am praying over my children, over my calling, over the unknown, I call Him Everlasting Father. The One whose covering does not expire. The One whose love is not seasonal. The One who steadies what fear tries to shake.
Sometimes anxiety tries to sit beside me. It rehearses possibilities. It magnifies uncertainties. That is when I breathe in and say, Prince of Peace. Peace is not the absence of pressure; it is the presence of Christ ruling in the middle of it.
I have called Him Jehovah Jireh when provision seemed unclear. I have watched Him provide, not always in the way I expected, but always in the way I needed. Strength. Timing. Favor. Unexpected grace.
I have called Him Jehovah Rapha when the wounds were not visible but deeply felt. Disappointments. Misunderstandings. Weariness of the soul. He heals more than bodies; He restores places we rarely talk about.
I have called Him Good Shepherd when I did not know which direction to take. Sheep are not strong because they are intelligent; they are safe because they stay close. I have learned that closeness is my security.
Through every season, He remains my Redeemer. The One who wastes nothing. The One who can take a hard chapter and weave it into a holy testimony.
This is the Pearl I carry: The names of Jesus are not religious decoration. They are revelations. Each name is an invitation to experience Him differently. Each name reminds me that no matter what the day demands, Heaven has already provided an answer.
Jehovah is His name. No matter whatever I face, He already is.
Pearl's Prayer:
Jehovah, thank You for being everything I need in every season. Be King over my life, Counselor over my decisions, Shepherd over my steps, and Peace over my heart. I trust Your name above every other name.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
