What’s in a Name?

Names have always fascinated me. In a few syllables a name proclaims a message to the world.

As girls, my sister and I loved to pore over my mother’s baby name book. We giggled over silly names, sighed over melodious ones, and delved into the meanings behind them. Each time I was pregnant, my husband teased me about the lists I made, but I wanted our children’s names to be right. The decision would affect them for a lifetime.

This past week I had the joy of naming a new “baby,” the heroine of a novel percolating in my head. Most of my characters come with names attached, but her name eluded me. I knew she hated her name, and that it was long and unusual. Since the story takes place during World War II, I had to remember that many names my generation laughs at were popular then. So back to the baby name books! Was she Aridatha, Calandra, or Ludovika? How would you like to go through life with that name? Then I found Philomela, which comes from an ancient Greek legend of a woman changed into a nightingale. A shiver of recognition ran up my arms. My series follows three women who are flight nurses, and I’m calling it “Wings of the Nightingale.” Philomela it is, and her friends will call her Mellie. Oh, and she has a lovely singing voice.

How about you? Do you love your name or hate it? Does it fit you or did you have to alter it to fit you? What do you look for in choosing names – the sound, the meaning, the cute nickname? Do you like a name that’s fun and trendy, one that stands out in a crowd, or one with the weight and wealth of tradition? I can’t wait to hear from you.

Walking Miss Daisy

Meet Daisy.

Yesterday, when my thirteen-year-old daughter, Anna, took our yellow lab for a walk, she accidentally clipped the leash to the small ring attaching Daisy’s name tag to her collar. Eighty-four pounds of pure energy snapped the ring—right before the house with two pit bulls. Outside. Off leash.

“Don’t worry,” said the owner. “They’re friendly.” Um, isn’t that what all pit bull owners say on TV after their dogs have mauled someone?

I’m thankful these pit bulls only wanted to play. The three dogs frolicked while Anna tried to reconnect the leash in vain. Then the owner called his dogs inside. Well, Daisy went too! Some time later, the owner herded our lab back outside to Anna.

When Daisy is on her leash, we can guide her and keep her out of danger, but when she sheds her leash, she loses our guidance.

Psalm 23 tells us how the Lord guides us as a shepherd. He leads us to rest, refreshment, restoration, and righteousness. Sometimes His rod and His staff seem irksome, but He applies them for our good. Because He loves us and knows best, He can lead us on the best paths—but only when we let Him.

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want…He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake” Psalm 23:1,3.