I ran into a song today that made me break down. I was brought to tears. Maybe I made a bigger deal out of it because what a “coincidence” it was. I don’t believe anything is a coincidence anymore. I think everything happens for a reason. Things come at me for a reason. I go down a certain path for a reason. Nothing happens by coincidence. With that being said, I wasn’t named Amy for no reason.

Amy means beloved. Lynette means little beauty. I want to stick with the definition of Amy. I believe I was called to love. Everyone is actually, but me in particular. I was called to be extra soft. Extra loving. Extra kind. Extra vulnerable. Beloved does mean to be dearly loved but I have to love dearly. I know I am loved. But because I know I am loved, I must show the love I am given to others. Sometimes it’s hard. After all, love is an acquired taste. Sometimes my heart will break. I shouldn’t mean I should keep myself from love. I shouldn’t feel discouraged despite my difficulties.

The song is called “Beloved” by Jordan Feliz. Some parts of the song go a little something like this: 

“Head full of questions
How can you measure up?
To deserve affection
To ever be enough

For this existence
When did it get so hard?
Your heart is beating
Alive and breathing
And there’s a reason why

You are essential
Not accidental
And you should realize

You are beloved
I wanted you to know
You are beloved
Let it soak into your soul

Forget the lies you heard
Rise above the hurt
And listen to these words

You are beloved
I wanted you to know
You are beloved

Sometimes a heart can
Feel Like a heavy weight
It pulls you under
and you just fall away
is anybody gonna hear you call?

But there’s a purpose
under the surface
and you don’t have to drown

Let me remind you
that love will find you
Let it lift you out

Don’t be afraid
Don’t let hope fade
Keep your eyes
fixed on the light above

In the heartbreak
in your mistakes
Nothing can separate you from love

You are beloved.”

It’s a very encouraging song. I like to switch out “beloved” with Amy. It’s weird, but it keeps me going.