“Thank you for your time this morning, Morgan.”
I paused for a brief moment. I had just finished wrapping up an interview for an article I was writing. I had spent 30 minutes or so talking to this person on the phone, and I had exchanged several emails before the phone call. And he still didn’t know my name.
The professional side of me said to forget it—it was just a slip-up! But the human side of me grimaced and felt a twinge of hurt. Did I really make so little an impression that my name isn’t even memorable? Does he think that little of the time we’ve spent talking?
You see, I’m always worried that someone won’t remember my name. I’m guilty of reintroducing myself to people several times, worried that they won’t remember me from the last time we met. It’s not a great habit to have.
But after wrapping up that phone call this week, I started thinking about why it means so much when someone remembers your name. It makes you feel “known”—like the other person took the time to file away your name in their brain. It makes you feel special. (Or at least it makes me feel special.)
But the more I thought about names, I considered that God—the Creator of the universe—knows my name. He created me (Psalm 139:13). He knows the number of hairs on my head (Luke 12:7)—and there’s a lot of those! My name is written on the palm of His hand (Isaiah 49:16). He has redeemed me and called me by name (Isaiah 43:1).
Obviously people aren’t going to always remember my name. I’m not always going to be rememberable to everyone I meet. But truthfully, it doesn’t matter. My Heavenly Father knows my name.