I’ve never felt completely comfortable with my name. I’ve joked for years that I’m looking forward to the day when Jesus hands me a white stone with my new name on it. Maybe it’s because I really was supposed to be a Douglas rather than an Andrea which has been shortened to Andy.
Jesus often changed peoples names. Simon became Peter. Saul became Paul. He was and is in the transforming and new labeling business. The name Jesus gives is always perfect. Always prophetic in nature.
I wonder what He would name our puppy.
I like “Buddy” but the whole family isn’t in agreement. Kiwi, Puddles, and Opie, are just a few of the runner-ups. Our indecisiveness is due to the weight of the matter. Names are important.
I always rush things. Maybe this time I should wait. Barney and Gomer always got in trouble when they rushed things.
What about you? Does your name fit or are you also waiting for that white stone from Jesus?
…To him who overcomes I will give him some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it (Revelation 2:17).