This morning I sorted through some Kenya files, renaming specific portraits with the children's names for quick and easy identification.
Oh, what names! People don't use names like this anymore. And I absolutely love them.
Names like...
Farhiya, which means "joy."
And Gift. Wouldn't it be amazing to have a son named Gift?
Or Innocent. Yes, that's his real name. Isn't that precious?
And her name is Rukia. I love the way it sounds.
One day, when I have children, I want to name them with meaning and purpose. Like these children.
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Isn't amazing how we grow into our names? I dont want to boast or anything but, my name means "The Rock" and look how God is using me in that capacity.
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