Somewhere in the neighborhood of 67 years ago, a newly married couple began to sift through potential names for the child who would become their firstborn.
David was chosen.
I am reasonably sure that my earthly parents were not thinking of the biblical meaning attached to that moniker (i.e. “beloved”), but I am more than sure that my heavenly Father was.
It has taken a large percentage of those ensuing years to come to grips with the reality of my beloved-ness. The Father himself loves me! And as that reality began to take shape within my understanding, it grew to dominate and supplant all lesser understandings. It has become the essence of my identity, and all that I do flows out of that fountain.
I. Am. David.