This morning, our pastor announced the name of a baby girl born to a family in the congretation this week. This family is from Africa, and the name means "God worthy to be praised." Isn't that awesome?!
Names are powerful and meaningful. I don't think there is a culture on earth where that statement would not be true because the God who introduced us to Himself as "I AM" created us in His image and has woven that truth into our very fiber.
My parents chose "Tara" because my mom is from Atlanta (and married a Yankee) and wanted a southern name for her daughter. Tara is the plantation in Gone With the Wind. My middle name, Rebecca, is my aunt's name.
We chose our children's names carefully, too. Big Girl's name was chosen because it is also a Ukrainian name and we liked that it was assoicated with wisdom. Her middle name was chosen for her great grandmother who was a wise, godly woman. The Boy's name is Biblical and we chose it because God heard our prayer for a boy. His middle name is his great grandfather's name- Erving.
My pregnancy with Baby Girl was a complete shock, and quite honestly, I struggled with the idea of another baby. We also had a hard year the year I was pregnant with her- Mr. YH had a miserable job that put a great deal of stress on the entire family. Jonah 2:8 was a verse that meant a great deal to me. When it came time to pick a middle name, Grace it was. Her name was the only one we did not pick based on meaning. We brought her home, and I remember sitting up in the bonus room with Mr. YH and wondering aloud if we had chosen the right name. Then we looked it up and guess what it meant? Grace. I cried because isn't that so like God to give us a double portion of His grace just because He wants to?!
What is the story behind a name (or names) you value?