Just to clarify – for anyone in our island’s Starbucks this morning at about 11am – my name isn’t actually, “Zues”.
As much as I enjoy the idea of sharing the name of the Greek God responsible for thunder and lightening, the truth is that I can barely control an umbrella.
I’ve struggled over the years with low self-esteem; I’m not sure why.
I’ve been told repeatedly, “You should have so much more confidence in your abilities!”
And while that’s a lovely thing to say, putting it into practice has been like deciding to use coloured cardstock instead of white: I just don’t seem quite able to get there.
But I do enjoy hearing my name called out in Starbucks. I love it especially when Shouty Goth Girl is doing her shift and she hollers menacingly,
It reminds me that there’s a God who’s called me by name.
A God who has my name written on His palm.
The God who made me just as I am and loves every last coffee-sipping drop of me.