🌿 A Whisper of My Name (and Maybe Yours, Too).

Whispers Of Revival.

I woke up this morning with a whisper.

Not from my phone.

Not from the birds.

Not even from my own thoughts.

It felt deeper, like breath on my spirit.

“I’m coming.”

“I’m coming soon.”

“I’m coming for you.”

I just laid there, still, listening. Wondering if I had really heard anything at all, or if Heaven had just brushed my cheek and slipped away again.

Then Revelation 22 came to mind. You know, the very last chapter of the Bible, the final love letter before eternity breaks through time.

“He who testifies to these things says, ‘Yes, I am coming soon.’ Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.”

(Revelation 22:20)

It wasn’t just the words. It was the weight of them. The ache of longing. The spark of hope. The echo of eternity humming through my very bones.

I thought about something Prophet Uebert Angel said recently. He’s been speaking about the whispers of revival, not the loud, flashy kind, but the quiet fire. The kind that wakes you up before dawn and doesn’t let you go.

He is not the only one. Robert Clancy has been talking about it too. And others. Many voices across the Body of Christ have sensed something. A stirring. An awakening. A whisper of the Spirit moving again. A revival not ignited by crowds or campaigns, but by tears on prayer-soaked pillows and breathless worship in secret rooms.

Is this it?

Is this what revival feels like when it first touches the edges of your soul?

Not trumpets.

Just a whisper.

A whisper of Him. A whisper of you.

Then I began thinking about names. Strange, I know, but it all kind of braided together in my heart. Uebert Angel goes by The Ra’ah .That caught my attention. What if that’s more than a title? What if that is what Heaven calls him?

And then I found myself asking, again and again:

What does Heaven call me?

Not the name given by my parents. Not the titles I've carried here on earth.

But the name only God knows, written on a white stone in Revelation 2:17.

A name spoken in secret. Sealed in eternity.

And I began to wonder. If the Lord has spoken of creatures with four faces, and I’ve seen glimpses of those faces in me, could that name carry their image too?

A lion.

A horse.

An eagle.

A woman.

One face, many glories. One name, many meanings.

So I asked. What would Hebrew, God’s covenant language, call a woman who carries the fire of the lion, the strength of the horse, the vision of the eagle, and the heart of the woman?

I explored. I listened. I waited.

And here’s what began to emerge.

…

Arinisha (אָרִי נִשָׁה)

Lion-woman. Fierce in spirit. Crowned in courage.

Rooted in “Ari” meaning lion and “Ishah” meaning woman, this name feels like Deborah with fire in her eyes.

She roars not for war, but for awakening.

…

Nesaria (נֶשֶׁר יָה)

Eagle of Yah. One who sees from the heights and soars at the Spirit’s leading.

“Nesher” means eagle. “Yah” is God’s sacred name.

Those who wait upon the Lord will rise on wings like this one.

…

Susayah (סוּסַיָּה)

God’s war horse. One who runs into the storm at His command.

Swift. Obedient. Not aimless, but driven by Heaven.

“Sus” means horse. “Yah” means God. Together they speak of surrendered strength.

I really relate to this one. I once wrote about it six years ago here:

And maybe it’s not one of these names alone.

Maybe it’s all of them.

Maybe the name He gives is a mystery folded in light,

a blend of lion-roar and eagle-wing, of hoofbeats and human heart.

Maybe revival begins with remembering who we are in the eyes of the One who named us before we were formed.

Maybe the name is not just a word

but a calling.

and a transformation.

What if Heaven has names for all of us?

That led me to Revelation 2:17.

“To the one who overcomes, I will give… a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it.”

A secret name.

Given by Jesus.

Known only between you and Him.

Isn’t that breathtaking?

I sat there thinking, “What does Heaven call me?”

Not what the world calls me.

Not even what I call myself on my best or worst days.

But that name.

That radiant, eternal name.

The one Love Himself carved on a stone and hid away for the moment we meet face to face.

What if everything that is happening right now, this whisper, this longing, this stirring is Heaven calling you by your real name?

The name behind the name.

The one that cannot be spoken in this language, but sings in your spirit like a familiar tune you cannot remember learning.

And then, wouldn’t you know it, I opened to 1 Corinthians 15 today as well. The chapter about resurrection. About transformation. About this perishable putting on the imperishable. About being changed.

From dust to glory. From seed to bloom. From known to fully known.

So here I am, writing to you in the tender stillness of this morning, wondering out loud.

Is revival beginning in the whisper of identity?

Is He awakening us not just to Himself, but to ourselves, as Heaven sees us?

Maybe that is the revival.

Maybe that is what is coming.

Maybe that is why He said, “I’m coming for you.”

Because He knows your name.

Your real name.

And oh, what a day it will be when you finally hear Him say it.

With all my heart,

Cathy.

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