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So periodically bloggers play games across the internet where they “tag” each others’ blogs. (We’re like those nerdy tech people who make jokes about gigabytes and motherboards that nobody else understands.) When you’re tagged, you answer a few personal questions and pass the tag along.

Most of the folks I’m in contact with live in other time zones and geographic areas yet we can forge a friendship of sorts because of modern technology. How cool is that!

I was tagged by a sweet bloggy friend named Amber. It’s been a while since I’ve featured her, so I’ll review: She’s a Christian college student from the West Coast, loves the Lord, her family and books, and hopes to be a published author some day. You can follow this link to check out her blog.

Today I’m addressing only one of the fun questions, so here we go . . .

Me, my sister JoAnn ~1967~

Do you have a nickname? When I was little, I wasn’t crazy about my name. My mother named me while under the influence of a French friend. (As long as my father could spell the name, he didn’t care.) I was born in the 60’s and, growing up, ran into few other Renee’s.

My name was tough for some kids to pronounce. I remember two young playmates—boys, of course!—who always called me “Grenade.” As a friend’s son used to say, “Anything’s better with bombs!” (He’s in the military now.)

After I became a Christian, I researched my name and discovered it’s related to renaissance and other such words and means “Reborn.” Learning this reminded me of a beautiful truth from Psalm 139

Me, Mother, JoAnn ~1972~

“Oh yes, [God] You shaped me first inside, then out;  you formed me in my mother’s womb. You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth. All the stages of my life were spread out before you; the days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.

After that time, I was glad to hear my name on my family’s lips, especially when they shortened it to Ren or Rennie.

One of my favorite renditions of my name comes from my 6-yr.-old niece. She never shortened my name as she was learning to talk (she’s determined and goal-oriented) but would struggle to come out with, “Aunt Ruh–aay.”

My niece, me (Mom in background) ~2009~

Several months ago I heard her father coaching her on the correct pronunciation. “Say, aunt,” he instructed. She dutifully repeated, “Aunt.”

“Say Ruh—Nay,” he continued. She complied, “Ruh—Nay.”

He beamed. “Great! Now say, ‘Aunt Ruh—Nay.” She shrugged, said, “Aunt Ruh-aay,” and went back to coloring . . . So that’s her special name for me. Don’t you love it?

God promises that He has a special name for me, too. When I meet Him in Heaven, He’ll share it.  From Revelation 2: “I’ll give the sacred manna to every conqueror; I’ll also give a clear, smooth stone inscribed with your new name, your secret new name.”

I can’t imagine what that day will be like, when I hear my secret name on my Father’s lips! Maranatha!

How my niece sees me! (Don't you love it?)

Now on to the tagging. Here are the blog links of some new friends I met when I joined the Christian Fiction Devourers group on Goodreads. (Follow this link to join.) And, bloggers, if I tagged you, don’t feel you have to make a special post. Just know you were thought of and have a happy day . . .

~Rachel at Thoughts from a Compulsive Reader

~Sara at Shoopette’s Book Review

~Gwendolyn Gage at The Way of Impressions

~Jodie at Mom’s Pace

~Cheryl at The Power of Story

(Bloggers, if you wish to join in the tagging, you can see the other questions at this post.)

Elisabeth Elliot

Can someone you’ve never met so impact your life that you feel like you’ve known him or her forever? For me, the answer is yes. Why? Because of the influence one woman has had on my life from the time I became a Christian at age 16. Her name: Elisabeth Elliot . . . Actually, Elisabeth Howard Elliot Leitch Gren.

To me it seems that Elisabeth has lived through every possible season of life a woman could experience. She’s been married three times and widowed twice, yet has lived as a single woman for half of her 85 years.

She’s lived with her young daughter among a savage tribe of natives, walked jungle trails, met dignitaries and celebrities, taught

Elisabeth and daughter Valerie with the Auca women

college, helped translate an unwritten language, and been featured at women’s conferences. As an author she’s written about her firsthand experiences with loneliness, longing, heartbreak, passion, purity, and triumphant love.

Her life was part of a story that shook the world in 1956 when five young missionaries risked everything to preach Christ to the Auca Indians of Ecuador.

Though I’ve never met her, Elisabeth has made an indelible impression on me–especially during my first years as a Christian–through her books and personal testimony.

Elisabeth’s story began in 1926 when she was born to missionary parents. She grew up in a loving, Christian home and knew from a young age that God wanted her to be a missionary. She was quite, studious, serious, contemplative, and didn’t make friends easily. She was not a social butterfly. Not thought to be beautiful. Not into dating. And, of course, who should catch her eye but a handsome, athletic, popular boy–Jim Elliot.

Elisabeth Howard met Jim Elliot at Wheaton College in 1947. At first, he was really her brother’s friend.

Elisabeth wrote about those years in her book Passion and Purity: “There was a student on campus whom I had been noticing more and more. My brother Dave had been encouraging me to get acquainted with him. He and Dave were on the wrestling squad, so I went to a match, ostensibly to watch Dave. I found myself laughing with the crowd at Jim Elliot, the ‘India-rubber man,’ who could be tied in knots but could not be pinned.

I noticed Jim in the Foreign Missionary Fellowship—earnest, committed to missionary service, outspoken. I noticed him in dining hall lines with little white cards in his hand, memorizing Greek verbs or Scripture verses. I heard his name read out semester after semester in the honors convocation.

Jim Elliot

Finally Dave invited Jim to come home to New Jersey with us for Christmas vacation. We had long, long talks after the family went to bed. The more Jim talked, the more I saw that he fitted the picture of what I hoped for in a husband. He loved to sing hymns, and he knew dozens by heart. He loved to read poetry, loved to read it aloud. He was a real man, strong broadchested, unaffected, friendly, and—I thought—very handsome. He loved God. That was the supreme dynamic of his life. Nothing else mattered much by comparison. Continue Reading…

Wounded Warrior Must-Read

Renee Ann Smith —  October 25, 2010 — 1 Comment

One of my new friends from the blogosphere highlights the military in some way at the beginning of every week. This week her guest shares about the Wounded Warrior Getaway program, and it’s a must-read! If you have a few extra minutes today, follow the link to read the article. You won’t be sorry!  You can read the article here.

The Wounded Warrior Getaway is a part of the ministry of Joni and Friends, which you can find at this link.