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