What’s In A Name?

Good morning! 

Shakespeare’s famous words from Romeo to Juliet, “What’s in a name?”, rang true the other day at my house.

My youngest daughter took a week’s vacation to the Dominican Republic and left her two pitbulls with us to dog sit. Their names are Dizzy and Nellie.

  My new husband, being unfamiliar with her dogs, called them Daisy and Trixie. It made me laugh. The funny thing was they came to those names regardless of them being correct, right or wrong. 

What’s in a name after all? A friendly tone with the same number of syllables seemed to be the determining factor by their standards. Dogs don’t do phonemes like my students will. 😊

I texted my daughter telling her their newfound names. Her quick wit replied, “Thank Cindy and Jimmy for watching them, and I hope Wyoming has fun playing with them. My dog is named Dakotah. I’m sure you can fill in the blank who Wyoming might be. 😊

What’s in a name?                                 My birth certificate name is listed as Sandra, yet I’ve never been called anything other than Sandy. Except on formal documents. Two different names for the same person. I would answer to either. It matters not which you call me.

I’m sure we’ve all heard the saying, “it matters not what you call me, just call me. “

That’s not how it is with God.

He knows us by name. He knows the very number of hairs on our head. We are His. We matter. 

Never forget that. Each and every one of us matters to God. He created each one of us. Each unique.  No two being alike. We may have similar names as others, but there is only one us. And He knows us by name. It’s personal. We are His. 

Just like the shepherd calling his one lost sheep, so God does with us. We matter. He calls us by name. He calls us home. To Him. Especially when we are lost.

Whatever your name may be, Dizzy, Daisy, Dixie or Trixie. God knows it. He calls it. And it is your opportunity to answer. You matter. You are His. 

I recently received my tentative classroom roster. My students are multi-cultural. Many of the names are foreign to me. I will need help with their pronunciation from my students whose name they belong to, and from my coworkers who came before me and know them. When my students first enter not my, but their room, I want to welcome them. Call them by name and be able to authentically tell them, they are mine. ❤

I have called you by name. You are mine.                                                   Isaiah 43:1

Love and laughter, 



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