Showing posts with label names. Show all posts
Showing posts with label names. Show all posts

Monday, October 19, 2009

Makin' a Name, Monday

When we first moved to Alaska, I began to rethink my goals in life. Instead of my high school dreams of becoming a corporate big-wig and financially successful, I began to think that my new God-given title was to be "World's Best Wife." As corny as sappy as that sounds, I'm incredibly serious. I began to really have moments (albeit short-lived) of putting my desires and needs below another's. I tried so many new things and determined to enjoy them! Unbeknownst to me, I actually did enjoy many of the crazy adventures. I discovered that I like to canoe, and really, can it be more beautiful?!I also discovered that, although I don't love the hard work per se, I love reaching a goal of ascending a new height on a hike. I can't wait to get snowshoes. I enjoyed snowmachining (riding a snowmobile for you "outsiders"), and I discovered that I don't like it enough to keep the machine. I love walking the dogs in the woods. I love being able to see mountains. I love catching Silver Salmon on the second day of the Swanson River Canoe trip. I love seeing all the bears. I mostly love the joy my husband has when he gets to participate in all his enjoyments! I love making him proud of me when I accomplish something that he's taught me.

In all of that self-awareness, I must confess that this selflessness is a hard fought fight every time. I am a second child that constantly wishes for acknowledgment. Since I can remember, I have been building my own bricks to make myself a tower for others to see and give me my acclaim. If not acclaim, at least acknowledgment. I wanted to make a individual name for myself, not connected to anyone else and better than anyone else.
I had never thought much about the tower of Babel story having much implication for my life. Oh, isn't God funny! I was truly struck in my Thursday Group when Jennifer talked about how we do the exact same thing. I have been so determined to carve out a name for myself that I didn't realized that God already named me. I am enough to be His. What could possibly be greater? Living Stones trump bricks any day.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A Rose By Any Other Name...

Some friends of mine are expecting a baby girl and are so excited! I am, too, really. I love it when friends and family have babies! There is so much to share. As soon as I heard she was having a girl (she has 2 super cute boys), I instantly went out and bought this adorable onesie (I'm not a mom, is that how it's spelled?) that was red and had these darling ruffles on the back side! I couldn't resist getting some tiny sweet socks as well. So many things! They are actively and openly discussing a name for their sweet thing, and it got me thinking.

I went to a website that gave the origins of names and I was first looking at their choices. Then I went to mine. How narcissistic is that?! I know. I already knew the meaning of my name, I thought, and just wanted to see if there was something different.

There wasn't.

I felt rather indifferent about my name, as it was given to me and I didn't give much thought to changing it, except in the 3rd grade when I desperately wanted to be called Lisa! I think it was an 80's thing...Anyway, I liked my name. I never had any nicknames as I didn't like the ambiguity of "Mel" and I despised "Missy." I don't know why. I know several fabulous Missy's, but it didn't fit me I guess! I think I was trying for a nickname in Lisa, but I'm glad that didn't stick. I finally did get a nickname in college. My incredible roommate, Merv (not her real name: and you have to pronounce it Muvv), began to call me Meli. I loved it! She was the only one to call me by that name until my sister had my first niece! I am now Aunt Meli to 10 1/2 nieces and nephews and it is the most dear name I can think of. I hope they never call me "Melissa."

Melissa is of Greek origin and means honey bee. That just isn't very inspirational. There's little imagery or mystique in "honey bee." I did find it fascinating that there was nymph in Greek mythology named Melissa who cared for Zeus AND a good fairy in Ludovico Ariosto's poem 'Orlando Furioso'. That made me feel better. It also made me want to look up that poem! It felt a little more magical than a bee. The name is also a latin classification for a group of mint herbs. Yes, the connection with the bees is inevitable!

I wonder why God prompted my parents to name as such. I could philosophize that I could spread His Word like the bee spreads the pollen from flower to flower, or that I'd better not be bothered much or I'll sting, but God knew I'd be named Melissa. He knew it before my parents did. He knows my name! Luke 10:20 says that because I received His salvation, my name is recorded in Heaven! MY name! I do rejoice in that fact! I am so beyond comprehension that this little bee is written in a heavenly book.

Did Jesus have a nickname? Did He choose to reject any silly ones? Did He have any special names that only family or the closest disciples knew and were never recorded? Jesus' name was written on the cross. It said JESUS THE NAZARENE, THE KING OF THE JEWS. There are so many names for my Lord, and this week I want to bask in the name of Jesus! The Lord is Salvation! Salvation.

That brings me to my middle name: JOY! I think that says it all!