I love my name - Amy Lynn. I felt treasured every time I heard the story of how my dad had my name picked out before I was even born. In high school, I did go through a short period of time where I wished my name was spelled "Aimee," but other than that, I’ve never wanted a different name.
My name means "beloved." I learned this as a young adult. I was given a pocket-sized card (now carried in my husband’s wallet) and plaque (hanging in my writing space) each with my name and its meaning.
I never thought much of it.
Until the day God whispered, "You are my beloved." I was flooded with the recollection that Amy means “beloved” and the realization that I am God's beloved.
Beloved was no longer a name meaning but an identity.
My blog documents my journey of fully understanding "I AM BELOVED." I want to help others discover this truth and live their lives as God’s beloved.