Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A rose by any other name...

I love names. I love their meanings. I love it when parents name their children with purpose. Love knowing that my name means "Princess," and that my name constantly reminds me of my right standing with God because I am redeemed from spiritual "rags to riches" in Christ Jesus.

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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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.