I am growing so fond of the name of Jesus. I'll be honest, it hasn't always been this way. Not fully. I used to roll my eyes, or at least have that attitude of heart, if someone used it one too many times. Come on, you know the type. The Sunday School yuppies. With the smile that made you feel guilty that you were tired & confused & sometimes "Jesus" didn't explain death&rejection&tragedy&acne. Don't get me wrong, I love my sweet Savior. And am so thankful. I just felt that saying "Jesus" was a little cliche, maybe, or babyish even. I stuck with "the Lord" in conversation and when it came to praying, "Heavenly Father." I wasn't fully comfortable with the Holy Spirit either. In theory... yes. Real life, the nitty-gritty ins & outs of day to day living, not on mission trips or in soup kitchens... not so much. I thought I believed. I said I believed. But I sure didn't live belief. I did not ...