I've asked my parents "why this name?" They always say something vague, along of the lines of, "we just liked it," or "it was just 'different'". My mom mentioned once that around the time she was pregnant with me, she really loved watching "Sleepless in Seattle" with Meg Ryan, and that lent to my namesake.
What began as a semi-meaningless grouping of syllables has now become a major source of identification.
My name means many things to many people. For some, my name is simply a name on a roster sheet in a Political Science class. To others, my name is central to their fondest memories. My name is the first piece of an introduction. It has become synonymous with my personality.
Our names reflect our experiences, our titles, and our dreams.
It is an earthly description of what we stand for.
I see my name on paper, and I don't give it a second thought. It is merely an identifier, the one thing separating my work from the person next to me. It is almost irrelevant and easily overlooked in this context. In that nursery room, when I was a few minutes old, my name was the only thing that distinguished me from the babe to my right. The name is merely means of who belongs to whom.
But, oh, what a name! My name overflows with life, already recorded and yet to occur. It is filled with the promise that if the Lord blesses me with a tomorrow, I will use this name for His glory, not for its own. My name (and yours too), holds the infinite and eternal power that promises us that while we are identified differently in this world, we will all have the same title when we return Home. And that, that is the true identifier.
daughter,
sister,
student,
dancer,
CL,
musician,
mentor,
friend,
and most importantly,
disciple of Christ.
"This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person.
The old life is gone; a new life has begun!"
- 2 Corinthians 5:17
