My Name is Me

A question that is sometimes asked is what’s in a name? The majority of us were given our names by our parents, a beloved family member or a close family friend. Some took time and researched the meaning of the name. Some created a name by carefully selecting letters from grandparent’s names, favorite aunt’s names, pleasant childhood memories and various cities and States.

“Hey, Hennessy. How’s your day going?”

Then there are names that are produced magically from the activity they were created in. Alizé (mixed with Hennessy will get you a middle name of Smoothvea) Carseata (meaning your existence began in a car seat) Untreenetta (your mother and father were outside under a tree).

There is pride in a name. Names are our foundation and represent a connection to our tribe. There is a sense of accomplishment when asked, “Who are your people?” We rattle off first names, last names, nicknames, names of people who used to go with so and so, and had a baby with the tall man with a limp, and then married Bub who works at the tire factory on Temple Avenue. When you finally stop running your mouth and catch your breath, you feel certified combined with a feeling of satisfaction.

We say it’s not what they call us, but what we answer too. True, yet there is validation in a name. Sometimes we put so much focus and emphasis on our name that we lose direction with our personal identity. Names connect us, so to keep the connection strong, we put in overtime making sure everyone knows the meaning behind it. Somewhere between punching the overtime clock and living, we eliminate the activity of being you. Me.

Ask a child what their mother and father’s name is and they may answer mommy and daddy. We have aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and coworkers. Many of us use the titles – names, freely. Even with those titles, you need to remain Me.

Life is a beautiful thing. Wonderful and exciting. Exhilarating when you surround yourself with love. Peace. It’s easy to forget Me as you travel your journey. We join in holy matrimony, take on our new last name and become one within that name. As you’re moving forward as one, small parts of Me might fall off or dig a hole six feet deep inside you without you even noticing. In your quiet time, ask yourself how many times you’ve done things to appease someone else. How many times have you placed your wants and even needs, to the side thinking you will do it later to enjoy your new name? Whether it be friend, confidant or mate, take pride in your name as well as take pride in Me. Nurture and water Me. Introduce and show Me to whomever you meet.

We were created to give Him glory. Me is a part of His glory. As you move through this life and encounter new experiences and people, say your name boldly. Be grateful you have history that you are proud of. Whenever you’re asked speak your name and tell your story, and remember to include Me.