It’s storming outside. I don’t mind. There’s something soothing in the rain, the wind, and the strange grayish light. Suits my current mood.
Kate says: name.
Louise: renowned warrior.
The middle names of my grandmothers, given to me the day I was born.
I’ve been bitter. Unprocessed anger and cherished grudges revealed in sarcasm that’s just fury with a smile painted on. Replaying old conflicts in my mind like favorite movies. Miserable in the feeling, but accustomed to it.
Jesus changes the meaning of my name. He changes me. He holds my clenched fists in His hands and gently guides me to pry my fingers off of the rage. I am not bitter, but free. I carry with me the fragrance of His presence. I can love, because He loves. I can forgive, because He forgives.
Renowned warrior, I don’t know about that. I’d much rather be known as a gentle lover, someone with a warm smile, a listening ear, and open arms. And yet, there is a core of steel that runs through my middle. Whether it’s refusing to let illness define my life, or working to improve things in my community, or praying for a long (and growing) list of teenagers, or encouraging someone to do something brave and scary, or daring to declare that there is truth and His Name is Jesus…
There are things I will fight for. Never with a weapon. Rarely with a raised voice. But I will fight.
The difference is that what I fight for now no longer leads to bitterness. Jesus worked that change in me, too. It’s all about the hope, the joy, the love.
13 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Name”
I’d rather have a weapon,
but I am fine with fists.
No need for self-deception;
I’m always in the lists.
I’ll take every advantage
and don’t hold with fighting fair
’cause if your foe can manage
you did not bloody prepare.
I find peace rather boring,
a bit of grey ennui,
and soon will go exploring
for another victory.
‘Tis an alarum-box I’m made for:
“Break glass in case of war.”
‘Lists’ is an archaic term for the area used in a jousting tournament.
You make me smile, Andrew. I think our differences is why God brought us together through the words and across the miles.
Living into or out of our names is a lifelong process. FMF4
That’s a good word!
Such a meaningful reflection on your name and identity.
Thank you, Katherine!
Your weapon is words and you wield them well.
What a lovely compliment. I needed this today. Thank you!
It is amazing how Jesus gives new meaning to our names and our lives. Just precious, Marie.
Amen, sister! Amen.
I loved your reflections on how God has worked in your life. It is only in his strength that we can fight well and stand up for things where we need to without giving in to bitterness and anger.
So true, Lesley. I think, in the past, I have not chosen my battles wisely. Or perhaps not engaged in necessary battles wisely. Something. And so I tend to hide from conflict, the brush things under the rug. But that’s not healthy, either. And so I pray, seeking His wisdom.
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Tara means “rocky pinnacle” in Gaelic. My middle name is Lee like my dad’s middle name. I loved your reflection friend.