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My ramblings on the subject of 'names', written back on the 27th of October:
'and I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written, which no one knows but he who receives it.' Revelation 2:17
I guess names aren't so important to a person until they acquire several. Or at least they weren't to me. But with as many names as I have now, there comes a time when you think - many times, in fact - 'Which name should I call myself? What should I be to me, in my thoughts, in my prayers? What name do You call me by, God? The Bible tells me You call me by name; but which? ' I begin to think it must be my given name (and there's no denying that my given name is the most meaningful and beautiful of the names I have - 'Michelle', in Hebrew it means 'Who is like God?'. Still, what's so special about a name my parents chose, merely because it didn't conflict with the initial H and they liked the sound of it? But maybe the randomness makes it more special that it means something relevant and good and wonderful?
But even with the significance of the name Michelle, which I use more and more rarely even in my own thoughts (to my shame... well, more annoyance I guess, and vague disquiet), God has a *new* name for me - my *real* name, a name that really does introduce me, that summerisies all I am. A name I can be proud to use, that I can know is right and true and mine, a name to supersede all the conflicting labels that have seeped into my consciousness.
'and I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written, which no one knows but he who receives it.' Revelation 2:17
I guess names aren't so important to a person until they acquire several. Or at least they weren't to me. But with as many names as I have now, there comes a time when you think - many times, in fact - 'Which name should I call myself? What should I be to me, in my thoughts, in my prayers? What name do You call me by, God? The Bible tells me You call me by name; but which? ' I begin to think it must be my given name (and there's no denying that my given name is the most meaningful and beautiful of the names I have - 'Michelle', in Hebrew it means 'Who is like God?'. Still, what's so special about a name my parents chose, merely because it didn't conflict with the initial H and they liked the sound of it? But maybe the randomness makes it more special that it means something relevant and good and wonderful?
But even with the significance of the name Michelle, which I use more and more rarely even in my own thoughts (to my shame... well, more annoyance I guess, and vague disquiet), God has a *new* name for me - my *real* name, a name that really does introduce me, that summerisies all I am. A name I can be proud to use, that I can know is right and true and mine, a name to supersede all the conflicting labels that have seeped into my consciousness.
