Name
The Call: Sure of Herself — Cheryl
One morning, little Miss Stella woke up, got down off the bed, walked into her father’s office, put her hands on her hips, and said, “The name’s Stella. Please change my diaper.” Today, when I called her Sleepy Kitty, she exclaimed, “I’m not a kitty! I’m a normal girl, and my name is Stella.” All of my kids have gone through phases in which they are very protective of their names. I imagine it’s an important part of developing a strong sense of self, and I’m quite sure that my little girl will have few problems in that department.
The Response: White — Jessica
Without names, what are we? Blank canvases? Our names tag us in so many ways. But one thing that I’ve always found intriguing is when God gives us new names — like Abraham and Issac and Peter.
“Whoever has ears ought to hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the victor I shall give some of the hidden manna; I shall also give a white amulet upon which is inscribed a new name, which no one knows except the one who receives it.”
— Revelations 2:17
That’s a stunning shot, Jessica. Those shades of white with those touches of texture: wonderful.
Thanks! Luke is definitely in that phase right now too. “I’m WOOKE!” he proudly proclaims to anyone who looks down at him.
When my Luke introduced himself, he said, “Uke!”