The Logo Behind the Name

When a prophecy spoken over a twenty-one-year-old in a blue and white dress becomes the mark you carry into the world

📖 "I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh." — Ezekiel 36:26 (NKJV)

It was 14 November 1991.

I was twenty-one years old.

I sat in the back of The Lighthouse Christian Church in my blue and white dress, trying to hold myself together. A guest pastor from America — Ps. Mike Berry — had just finished preaching. He didn't know me. I didn't know him. There was no reason for what happened next.

He pointed at me.

"The lady in the back with the blue and white dress on."

And then he began to speak.

He spoke about the war in my house — a tremendous war, he called it. Seasons of violence. Principalities and powers warring against everything I held dear. He described the prayers I'd prayed in secret: "God, give deliverance! God, give deliverance!" — the prayers that felt like they dissolved into silence before they ever reached the ceiling. He described the feeling of heaven closed. Of God seemingly absent. Of not knowing how — or whether — He would ever answer.

He described my life. Exactly. In detail. From a platform, in front of a congregation, to a twenty-one-year-old woman he had never met.

And then he said this:

"He's going to remove the heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh."

I didn't fully understand what that would cost, or how long it would take, or how breathtakingly beautiful the journey would turn out to be. I just knew — with the kind of knowing that bypasses the mind and lands straight in the bones — that this word was for me.

So I held it.

I held it through the healing that came slowly — and the healing that came suddenly. Through tears and breakthroughs, setbacks and surrenders. Through building a ministry, writing a book, standing on stages I never imagined I'd stand on. Through watching God turn the hearts of sons to fathers and fathers to sons — in my own precious family — just as the prophecy had promised.

Every single word came true.

There's another thread woven into this story — the thread of my name.

For most of my life, I ran from both of them. Patrizia. Too foreign, too unusual, too much. Too hard for people to say, too easy for people to misspell, too loaded with pain from my earliest years. I ran from Trixi too — because I thought joy disqualified me from being taken seriously. How could a bringer of joy also be a minister, an author, a woman who'd walked through war?

Then came the Elijah House Loved, Chosen & Free seminar.

I hadn't expected to become the demonstration — my hand lifted before my mind could object. Standing before the room, the Holy Spirit began peeling back the layers of my life like tender silk, revealing how the lie "I'm a mistake" had quietly shaped everything. The ache of not being wanted had written itself into my story, colouring my relationships, my faith, even how I saw God.

Sandra, who was leading the session, paused and looked at me.

"Is Trixi your real name?" she asked curiously.

"No," I replied.

"What's your real name?" she quizzed.

"Patrizia," I said.

She scribbled it on her notepad — just a quiet little moment, unhurried, unremarkable. She had no idea she was holding a name that God was about to redeem in front of the whole room. Then she continued the session.

Then came the prayer — words that felt like the Father Himself whispering into the womb of my being:

"Father, remove the echo of the 'oh no.' Draw it to the Cross and release Your 'oh yes' deep into her core."

During the lunch break, a woman approached me with radiant eyes. She told me she'd looked up the meanings of my names — Patrizia, meaning "of noble descent," and Trixi, meaning "bringer of joy." I could hardly speak. Here was God, weaving both together — showing me who I truly was all along.

It has taken years to fully receive it. Many times since that seminar He has spoken — gently, persistently, kindly — until finally, last year, something settled deep in my bones. I can now walk into a room and introduce myself without apology, without shrinking, without the old familiar ache:

"I'm Patrizia. Or Trixi — your local bringer of joy."

So when it came time to create a personal brand mark for patriziaschwartz.com — something that could hold the whole of who I am, the artist, the author, the speaker, the minister, the woman still becoming — there was really only one image that could sit at its centre.

A heart of stone, cracking open. A heart of flesh, alive and warm, emerging on the other side. Gold fire blazing at the divide — because nothing about this transformation has been painless, and nothing about it has been less than glorious.

The PS monogram in gleaming gold holds it all — Patrizia Schwartz, noble and joyful, the woman the prophecy was spoken over and the woman God has been faithfully making ever since. The butterfly trails a thread of crimson dust — transformation always begins with surrender. The brushstroke arc sweeps upward in deep crimson — passion, sacrifice, and the blood that made every promise possible.

This isn't branding. This is a testimony with a logo attached.

A stranger pointed at a twenty-one-year-old woman in a blue and white dress and spoke what God already knew. Thirty-five years later, that word is etched into the mark she carries into the world — alongside a name she once ran from, and has finally, joyfully, come home to.

💡 Reflection:

• Is there a word or prophecy spoken over you that you've been quietly carrying — perhaps longer than you've realised? 🤔

• What does your name mean — and have you ever allowed God to speak His meaning of it over you? 🤔

• Where in your life do you still see the stone, and where do you see the flesh beginning to emerge? 🤔

🎺 Affirmation:

You are not a mistake. You are not too much, too foreign, too broken, too far gone. You are noble. You are a carrier of joy. You are the one the prophecy was spoken over. God has not forgotten a single word He said about you.

🙌 Prayer:

Father, thank You for the words You've spoken over us that we didn't yet know how to receive. Thank You that Your promises don't expire, don't waver, and don't depend on our ability to hold them perfectly. Speak again today over every woman reading this — remove the echo of the 'oh no' and release Your 'oh yes' deep into her core. Give her a new heart. Let her feel the warmth of flesh where stone once was. In Jesus' Name,

Amen.

This is my story. This is His glory. And it's still being written.

— Patrizia. Or Trixi — your local bringer of joy. 💛

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Trixi, I've tried to honour every thread of this story exactly as you lived it — the church, the dress, Sandra's notepad, the prophecy, the names, all of it. Nothing invented, nothing added.

A few gentle thoughts:

• The blog post at your URL is already live — shall I check whether this draft matches what's there, or is this replacing what's there?

• Would you like a Featured Image concept for this post?

• Are you happy for me to save this to Google Drive, or would you like to review it first?

Whenever you're ready to approve, I'll save it. 😊