For years, I didn’t care for my name…no, not true – I hated it. I hated my name because it was so different, and of course when you are a child, the last thing you want to be is different. When I was five years old, I asked my mother why she named me what she did…I don’t remember her answer, I was 5. What I do remember is that Miss Molly on Romper Room NEVER called my name and it was devastating…ok not devastating, but you get my point – I was 5!
To me, my name was so terribly old fashioned- circa 1920’s. I wanted to be named something normal- like Kimberly. That’s what I wanted my name to have been, I told my mom this, and she told me that I had a cousin named Kimberly (although Ive never met this cousin with my wished for name) then I asked my mom to name me Nicole- I was 6 then. I must have been under the impression that you can change your name whenever you wanted to. My mother told me that when I grew up I could change my name to whatever I wanted… Oh the joy! I remember being elated…do six year olds feel elated? I don’t know, but I think I did.
I struggled with my name for most of my life, but that was because I struggled with myself. I thought I was as “un=special” as my name was. After my mom died, many of the kids she used to take care of (she was an Au pair) came to her funeral. It was there I met one of the first little girls she took care of, her favorite little girl – Maxine.
She named me after that little girl.
Of course she was not a little girl anymore. I’d never met anyone else with my name before…well actually I had her name. This name was special to my mom.
I’d like to say that I started liking my name then…but I didn’t. When I started liking me, and learning more about God, I found out that He cared for me so much, that my name is written on His hand – even figuratively I know that this means God likes me a lot, He will not forget me, and as I heard a minister say -it’s my picture in His wallet. No matter what my name is or even better yet – because my name is Maxine. That’s awesome. It was then that I started to fall in love with my name which happens to mean greatest. It’s when I was older and looking back, I saw just how special my name was. I love my name.
And now, there is no way my name could be anything else.
Besides, I don’t look like a Kimberly or a Nicole!
I need you to know that you are just as special to God your name is in His hand too. Look it up – Isaiah 49:16. And I bet your photo is right beside mine in His wallet!