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There is a holy tenderness in the way God names His creation. Nothing is rushed, nothing is random, nothing is shallow. Scripture reminds us that identity is never an afterthought with God; it is authored with intention, layered with meaning, and breathed into being with love.
📖 “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” — Ephesians 2:10 (NKJV)
The word workmanship here reaches far beyond function — the Greek word poiēma, from which we get poem. In its original sense, it speaks of a poet’s work, a crafted masterpiece, a living poem. You are not merely made; you are written. You are God’s poetry, formed with rhythm, depth, and purpose.
Not mass‑produced. Not accidental.Crafted with intention, rhythm, and meaning.
If God is the Poet, then our lives are His verses — and our names are the first lines of the poem He speaks over us.
Names carry this same poetic weight. A name is not just a label for convenience or a short, snappy description pulled from a list or baby book. Names have always shaped lives. They hold story, destiny, and divine intention. They are God’s poetic imprints, quietly whispering answers to life’s deeper questions.
The Crisis of Modern Identity
Today, identity is often padlocked to:
Job titles
Appearance
Relationships
Money
Performance
But when identity is chained to anything that can be lost, it becomes imprisoned.
True identity is never found in what we do — only in who God says we are.
Who are you?🤔
That question becomes difficult to answer when identity is padlocked to a job title, to appearance, to relationship status, or to money. When identity is locked to anything temporary, it becomes imprisoned rather than free. God never intended your name, or your life, to be confined to what can change or be taken away.
Scripture offers us Moses as a striking example. Moses’ story begins with his name: “drawn out of the water.”
His entire destiny unfolds from that identity:
Drawn out of the Nile
Drawn into Pharaoh’s courts
Drawn into God’s presence
Drawn to draw others out — out of bondage, out of Egypt, out of fear
His name wasn’t just a memory of rescue.
It was a prophecy.
Names tell stories. Names carry direction. Names remind us that God does not improvise when it comes to purpose.
There comes a moment in every life when the question shifts from curiosity to calling.
If not you, then who?🤔 If not now, then when?🤔
These ancient words, attributed to Rabbi Hillel, still echo with urgency.
Identity is not passive. It calls. It summons. It asks us to step into the name God has spoken over us.
They confront delay, fear, and shrinking back. They invite courage, presence, and obedience. They gently insist that your life matters in this moment, not only in theory or someday.
My own names — Patrizia, Elisabeth, and Trixi — carry layers of meaning that echo the very themes I'm exploring.
Patrizia — “Noble, of noble lineage”
My first name speaks of dignity, inheritance, and identity rooted not in performance but in belonging.
It calls me upward — not toward status, but toward the noble character God forms in those who walk closely with Him.
It’s a name that refuses smallness.
A name that reminds me that my identity is not earned; it is bestowed.
Elisabeth — “God is my oath”
My middle name anchors my story in covenant.
It is a declaration that God Himself is the One who holds my identity steady.
It speaks of promise, faithfulness, and a life tethered to divine reliability.
Where Patrizia calls me noble, Elisabeth roots that nobility in God’s unbreakable word.
Trixi — “Bringer of joy; she who brings happiness”
This name carries lightness, playfulness, and the unexpected joy that breaks through heaviness.
It’s the part of my identity that dances, that surprises, that brings colour into the room.
It’s the poetic counterpoint — the spark inside the structure, the laughter inside the lineage.
Together, My Names Tell a Story
When woven together, my names form a kind of identity‑poem:
- Patrizia — the noble one
- Elisabeth — whose identity is held by God’s promise
- Trixi — who carries joy into the world
Nobility.
Covenant.
Joy.
A three‑fold imprint.
A calling.
A destiny whispered before I ever understood it.
My identity was never meant to be padlocked to the temporary.
It was spoken by God long before any role, achievement, or season could try to define me.
What’s in a name?🤔
Everything.
A name is the beginning of a person’s becoming.
A name is a doorway into identity.
A name is a reminder that we are not accidents — we are authored.
Far more than sound or spelling. A name carries meaning, memory, and mission. It reflects the God who sees the end from the beginning and still chooses to write beauty into the middle.
You are not an accident of circumstance. You are God’s workmanship, His poetry in motion, bearing a name and a life shaped with purpose.
💡Reflection:
What definitions have I allowed to imprison my identity rather than free it 🤔
What does my name represent to me, beyond history or family tradition 🤔
Where might God be inviting me to step forward rather than wait 🤔
How does knowing I am God’s workmanship reshape the way I see myself today 🤔
🎺Affirmation: I am God’s workmanship, written with intention and love. My identity is not confined to what I do or how I appear, but rooted in who God created me to be. I carry purpose, meaning, and calling into this day.
🙌 Prayer: Lord God, You are the Author of life and the Poet of my soul. Thank You that nothing about me is accidental, not my name, not my story, not my calling. Free me from false identities that confine and diminish. Help me to walk boldly in the purpose You prepared for me, trusting Your timing and Your design. Teach me to live as Your workmanship, Your poetry in motion.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Woensdag 4 Februarie 2026
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