So, What’s In a Name?

I love names.  I love the history behind names, I love hearing what names people have chosen for their children.  I love learning their meanings and I especially love hearing old classics used on brand new babies.  I love names.  I am, in fact, a name nerd.

That said, I am way overthinking the name for our new baby.  I love my kids’ names.  (Yes, Aubrey, even yours!)  Because each of their names have a story.  And, considering how young I was when the first three were born, they’re lucky to have such good names.   I had to make sure that baby Cinco was getting as good of a name as his or her siblings.

I began obsessing about the name when I found out I was pregnant.  (Okay, maybe a little before.)  The girl name came very easily.  Claire.  It means LIGHT!  I love it and her middle name is fraught with meaning, but I can’t tell it to you here.  It’s a big surprise and will be revealed either as, “The baby is a boy, but if he’d been a girl, here’s what her name would have been.”  Or, “It’s a girl and her name is Claire Surprise Middle Name.”  You only have to wait until June 4th.

A name for a boy just did not come.  I loved names my cousins had already used, names like Isaac, Owen, Henry…but I didn’t want two cousins that would be playing together to have the same names.

I heard from the Lord about it when I was five weeks.  I’d come in to the prayer room to sing in a prayer room set and my friend Jeremy Manders prayed over the baby, praying that the child would know the Lord.

That prayer stuck with me as I went in to my set and I began to ponder it in my heart.  I felt the assurance of the Lord that this baby would know Him and speak up for Him and seek Him.  It was a good, good moment and in my heart I heard, “Joel.”

I came home and looked up “Joel”.  It means “Yahweh is God” and what other message would I want my son to stand for?  Joel, however, would never work as a first name, because of his oldest sister who’s name is Julia and who often goes by Jules.  I wrote it down and remembered that meaning and began to search in earnest for a boy name that might go with Joel, or with another name that had the same meaning.

I searched and I searched and I searched.  I asked my facebook friends, I asked my other internet communities, I asked my family members.  John and I despaired over Isaac, Owen and Henry and their unusability.  We considered Graham, William, Liam, Evan, Callum and Colin.  Nothing clicked.  Nothing.

Then, one day, I saw Sherry Miles’ grandson Elijah.  I thought, now that’s a good name.  And do you want to know what it means?  It means, “Yahweh is God.”  There’s my meaning that I wanted.  Bingo.  Click.  It fell into place.

So, if we have a son, his name will be Elijah Stuart.  I can stop agonizing and researching and digging for something new.

And, as I told John, if we want a sixth child and Cinco turns out to have been a boy, we’ll have to adopt a daughter.  There’s no way we can come up with another boy’s name!

Back to Blogging

There was a time when I was a prolific blogger.  During the years when I was piecing together life post A.C. and during the years I was longing for my fourth child, I blogged regularly.  It was my way to release things and my way to share what was going on in me.  Time passed, things changed (LOTS of things changed) and that blog didn’t feel so much like me anymore.

So, I started a new blog.  But that blog and I never really clicked.  I wasn’t diligent about it anymore.  I kind of apathetically let it go.

And then my life took off with a breakneck speed.  Changes, transitions and major life events came barreling towards me.  Since January of 2008, I have gotten divorced, my last name has changed twice, I’ve started a new job, gotten remarried, gotten pregnant, moved to a new house and to a new/old city.   My children have grown and changed, my life has taken a new shape.  I even have a different dog.

There are some things that remain the same.  One of those things is my love for writing.  It’s a muscle that has grown atrophied with disuse but this blog will part of its rehab.

Another thing is the faithfulness of God.  Through all I’ve walked through the past two years, He has remained faithful and steadfast, constant and sure.  He has restored to me deficits I didn’t know I had and given me good things over and over again.  Things that seemed like curses have been transformed into blessing.  I want to proclaim those things.  I want to share the goodness of God.