And here’s to never letting go.

see ya later.
n.

my name, nancy marie, is not one that i have liked. but, now i am ok with it. though, by looking it up just made me face it even more. nancy has a meaning of grace, and marie means sea of bitterness…i wanted to slash the marie out of there right away! my mother had bitterness and passed some of that on to me, and i did not want to deal with it. but, i realized that the meaning of my first name saved me from that, i thought …well, there is always more grace to cover bitterness, and grace is stronger. so i live with the names and it remindes me that i am saved by the grace of God in Jesus.

now, i grew up in southern illinois and there are LOTS of williams and billys there. my dad and my cousin for starters. in that part of the country and farther south, it is the name of choice.

now homer…the double meaning of that really is cool about hostage/promise. the very thing about your life in Jesus!

plus home, with out the r that is, that is where we are headed after this life.

with both my dad and my cousin…everyone called them bill…EXCEPT for the mothers. their moms often called them billy, and somtimes their dads siblings. everyone else used bill.

my husband has always called me by my last (maiden) name…as did a lot of my friends in highschool.

my youngest daughter does not like her name and wants to change it…i said…go for it. but, she has not come up with anything else as yet.

i thought about changing my name, but instead, my mind and heart was changed.

anyway i looked up homer, and i think it means hostage in the form of a pledge.

From the Greek name ‘Ομηρος (Homeros), derived from ‘ομηρος (homeros) meaning “hostage, pledge”.

by the way has anyone ever called you hom for short?

a lot of people have called me nanc
pronounced nansss.

gotta go.

As usual, stellar stuff here at What I Learned Today.

So it is with us–whenever we wrestle, we learn something valuable, and sometimes it means we are changed irrevocably. Sometimes what the world calls a limp, we call a reminder.

I absolutely love what you wrote Billy. I love how you associate (towards the end) that you are indeed a hostage TO a Promise (Him). And I think you hit the nail on the head, that when we use or hear or say a name what it means to each of us is something differently, depending on our relationship or experience with that name. For you your father’s name meant greatness, for me on the otherhand, my parents name would make me cringe with images of abandonment. So anytime I meet someone with either one of their names I’ll automatically be reminded of them and would more than likely not like their name. You’re absolutely right; it’s what one’s name says about themselves that makes that name positive or negative or indifferent. Great food for thought; lovely post! I LOVE IT!!!!