For the past several weeks I have thought much about identity and names. This has me thinking about how important our name is and how much it’s linked to our identity. Proverbs 22:1 says that “ A good name is to be more desired that great riches.” Or in some translations “ a good name is greater than gold.” There are different scenarios in life concerning the name that seems to lead to the same equation of who you are and your identity. One scenario is a blessing for our family but at the same time sadness for another family. One of my sons married a wonderful woman many years ago. In this marriage she brought with her two beautiful young children. We immediately embraced them as our own and now they are grown adults. When our grandson was about to be married he came to my son and asked him to adopt him. This totally took us all by surprise because there is a bio father alive. Without hesitation my son began the process of adoption. It was not difficult because of our grandson being an adult. The adoption went through right before the wedding and we now have a grandson and granddaughter with our name. Soon another adoption went through and it was for our great-grandson who was our grand daughters son when they married. I have often thought about how traumatic of a choice that was for our grandson to relinquish his biological name to bear the name of his step father. All seem to be very happy and thriving in their new identity. Another scenario is a young adult who went through great trauma as a very young child and continued on through their early teens. The two people who gave them their name at birth left this earth when they were still a preschooler and then ended up in a very abusive home until their early teens. I have watched this person struggle in ways that tell they are holding on to the things that they think gives them their identity and security but at the same time they are so insecure and unhappy. These wounds were put on them by others in their young life and now as a young adult they bears the scars. My prayer for them is that they will cry out to the one who can give them true identity and security and that is Jesus. Another is a young teenager who has again been abandoned and neglected all through their formative years. They have an opportunity to be adopted but they aren’t sure about changing their name. They seem to be holding on to the only identity they know. My grandsons decision to change his name was a willful and thought through choice. He isn’t struggling with an identity crisis. The wonderful thing about him is he knows who loves him. The others however are struggling with who they are and they are needing to know they are loved. They don’t’ know what love feels like, looks like and seem to be holding on to a false love. Philippians 2:9 tells us that the name of Jesus is above all names. In him we will have first eternal salvation but peace and security. We will be one with him. In Jesus we will have a name, and know who we are, he tells us we are His. I pray for the walls that have been built up around these hearts, to keep true love out, will begin to crumble. So that they can begin to receive true love, identity and purpose that they were birthed for. To watch an identity crisis play out in one’s life in heartbreaking. It truly takes the love of God in one’s heart to break through the wall and let that person out. 1 Peter 4:8 says“ love covers a multitude of sins.” In these people I see deep wounding and rejection. It’s Gods love that covers sins but it also fills the heart. Opening ones heart to receive love from another human and even God is often a very difficult thing to do when one has been abused. But once we choose to love and be loved and choose forgiveness that love that Peter talks about covers those sins of abuse. Accepting Jesus as your savior is the beginning of eternally knowing Gods love and who we are in Christ and who he is in us. Then we will come to know who we are inside and out.
All I want for Christmas
I would like to introduce you to the newest member of our family. Meet Hazel, she’s named after the sitcom in the 60’s called “Hazel” She was waiting for me the other day when I returned from work. She is a gift from one of our big-hearted sons. He called right before Christmas and asked what I wanted, not needed. So there you have the birth of Hazel. She’s very round and stands close to the floor. She turns in circles; I call it dancing and goes room to room. She has her own sleeping spot and she wakes up at the same time every day to do her job. I think we all have that one domestic job that we really don’t like to do and our sweet Hazel does that very job for me. Yes she is our very own irobot roomba. At 10 am everyday she opens her eyes, we let her sleep in until 10, reeves up her engine does a little dance and off she goes. She’s like having a long handled back scratcher, she gets to all those places that are hard to reach and some take 2 men and a truck to get to and she doesn’t quit with one swipe she dances her way all along the floor until she has swooped up the last morsel and dust bunnie. I’ve seen her move waste baskets, kitchen chairs, unplug lamps and even try to move walls. She a mighty irobot with a fierce determination to get the job done. I on the other hand sit there in my chair drinking my coffee and put my legs up in the air when she comes my way and enjoy every moment. And when she’s done she goes back to her room and goes to sleep. Job well done Hazel. I’m quickly forgetting how heavy that other dinosaur sweeper is and not quite sure where I last parked it. This is one thankful mom that loves that gift that was on her want list and not need list. Thank you son, Hazel is loved more and more everyday. Now that’s living life!