December 15, 2009 1 Comment
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Name that poet…? DING DING DING! you are correct.
William Shakespeare authored the wonderful story of Romeo and Juliet. Did anyone else read that? Say freshman year of high school… and have to memorize parts of it. I must admit I only crammed enough to know it for like a day.
For the purpose of my post I am going to use the idea of a “name” loosely, kinda more like a description. I texted some of my friends and family (the people that really know me best) and asked them if they could describe me in one word what it would be. Some of the responses I got were…
- silly… which my friend amended to fun? athletic? intelligent? determined?
- Ridiculous… with a request to amend…
- punk… changed to resilient
- a lollipop (had a cool explanation)
These are all awesome and extremely encouraging. Thanks family and friends!!!! That really encouraged me more than I expected. But what I really wanted to say was that what we are called is important. It truly defines us. I have a few names. Most of my friends, teammates, and some of my coaches call me Whit. Don’t get me wrong, I love my name. Its an great name, my parents were really good at naming all of us, but I really enjoy being called Whit. It really gives me something special. My coaches made it my freshman year and it really stuck. I even have a few teachers that call me Whit. Introducing myself gets confusing sometimes, well I just make it awkward, not really on purpose.
I have also had other nicknames: whitscribble – highschool friends, go go gadget – basketball team, Al – highschool sports, and another I can’t mention because it wasn’t a very nice one. My brothers have special names for me, and me for them, they are awesome. My Daddy has special names for me too. And my mom always calls me her favorite girl.
But when I get down, when I am discouraged sometimes those aren’t enough. My people are not nearby or don’t have the ability to encourage me. What do I do then? When school is hard, my friends are having conflict, my parents are busy, soccer is slipping… When everything important to me in my life leaves what to I have left? What is my name then?
My name is Beloved. It means that I am “to be loved.” It tells me to be loved, that I am loved. I cannot stop that, I cannot contain that. When I mess up and fail, I am still loved. Its the best pet name ever… Beloved. That is my name whether I feel like I can claim it or not. The search for significance, meaning, love, purpose is done. Who calls me this you may ask? The only one who can fulfill that promise to love me completely. The only one who gave more for me than I could ever give back. The only one who loves unconditionally. I am completely secure. Even when I am alone, and the world has turned its back on me, I have him. His name is Jesus.
What I know is that He loves me and that is enough.
His love is better than life
So that’s what I am about. What makes you tick? Is there someone or something that keeps you going? My parents and family are always there for me. Being able to be around them more is such a fun thing. My friends are incredible; they keep me going. And shoot they are sooooo much fun. I can’t wait till my next break and getting to play with them! Anyway, enjoy this day my friends!