“…to Timothy, my dear child:
grace, mercy, and peace from God…”
2 Timothy 1:2
When our son announced, “He’s here. Daniel is here!” I was thrilled and worried. When I learned that all was well with our new grandson, I considered his name. I like “Daniel” and I made a mental note to ask his parents how they arrived at this selection. As I wondered, I recalled an episode with Daniel’s dad when he was a child. At the time, my son expressed complete dissatisfaction with the name my husband and I had chosen for him…
It was dinnertime and my husband, our son Mike and I talked as usual about the events of the day. Tim was uncharacteristically quiet. Suddenly, in the midst of the conversation, our red-faced seven-year-old son howled, “Why am I the only one in this family whose name doesn’t start with M?” My husband and I were taken aback. We had no idea that this bothered our younger son. Before we could respond, Tim tearfully added, “Mike, Mary and Michael. Why is my name Timothy?” I hoped my explanation would sooth Tim’s wounded spirit.
“Tim, Dad’s name was Mike and my name was Mary when we met. We didn’t have a choice about that. When we had our first baby and he was a boy, Dad wanted to name him after himself and Grandpa. So his name is Mike, too. When you were on the way, I just knew you were going to be a boy. Dad and I talked a lot about your name. I didn’t like any of the M names. Why pick a name just because of the M? I loved Timothy and that’s why you have that name. Yours is the only name that this family really thought about.” With that, my comforted son Timothy finished his dinner with a smile.
If Daniel ever inquires about the source of his name, he will discover as well that his name is the product of his parents’ love.
Dear God, please bless all of your children with peace, especially those who question their place in your world.
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