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He Knows My Name

8/30/2013

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        A name: We all have one, whether we are particularly fond of what our parents chose, or not; we have a name. Some people dislike their name so much, they legally have it changed, or some Hollywood types, have it changed so it is more 'marketable.'
        There are bodies in unmarked graves and we may never know their name, but they still had one, once upon a time.
        We attach so much importance to a name. I remember when I was pregnant with our first baby. At that time, it was necessary to choose a name for both genders, because no one knew whether they were having a boy or a girl until the birth actually happened. My husband wanted a particular girl's name but I absolutely refused the choice. Why? Because I knew a girl with that name in elementary school and she was one of the "mean girls" before that was even a term. I would have thought of her each time I said my baby's name. I chose Kirby for a boy, but my husband said he would always see his son as a vacuum cleaner. The search went on and we eventually found a name on which we could agree.
        My parents' generation nearly always used a relative's name, at least for the second name if not the first. The middle name chosen for me and MANY of my girl cousins was Louise: my grandmother's name. My nephew and his wife recently had their first babies, twin girls. They chose the names of identical twin great-great aunts on my father's side of the family. There are many, many factors which influence our name choices. 
    We also like our names to be pronounced correctly. My cousin's name was Kathleen. She would get irate (when she was a child) if people would insert an 'a' in the middle, pronouncing it Kath-a-leen. My daughter's name is Kalisha. I can't count how many people want to make it Alisha. My son was named Kirk, but I threatened to write it on his forehead because 75% of the people wanted to call him Curt.
    My name is not heard too often, so when I am shopping and hear "Gloria" from another aisle, I am nearly always certain it is someone looking for me. (It never is)
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    This story brings me to tears every time I tell it. My daughter and her husband and their 3-year-old son, Joey, were living in Texas when Hurricane Katrina threatened their area. The forecasts were dire. I called to see if they were prepared, or as prepared as they could be.
    My daughter told me they had boarded up the windows on the house. They had assembled blankets, battery-operated lights and radio, drinking water and non-perishable food and put them all in a 'middle of the house closet.' Then she told me something I have never forgotten.
    "I took a permanent marker and wrote Joey's name and your phone number on his bare back, in case we would be separated or injured in the storm. I'm not sure he could tell anyone his name if they found him wandering." 
    I can't even tell you how I felt at that moment. Scared for them, proud of her logical thinking, and realizing what it means to have someone know your name, whether it is an emergency or not and whether you know your own name or not.
    Before my father died, he had Alzheimer's for several years. He was in a nursing home and literally did not know his name. He wouldn't even look up when you called him by name, but he still had a name and we used it when we talked to him.
    Obviously, names are important even after death or we wouldn't inscribe them on tombstones. While I was in Savannah, I visited a cemetery that had the stones in disarray. They had been moved during the Civil War and after the war, no one knew which graves they went to, so they left them propped against the cemetery fence. Regardless of whether they were in the right places or not, they still had names on them and those names belonged to someone.
     I started thinking about the importance of names when Kalisha and I went to the Indianapolis Colts' training camp a few weeks ago. She, and a lot of others, stood at the fence for hours, in the rain, on the chance they might secure an autograph from one of the players. Not just any player; but hopefully, one of the well-known individuals. When practice ended and some of the players started toward the fence, there was a crush of people not unlike the pictures of fans wanting Elvis' autograph a long time ago. I was a bit concerned she might be crushed between the throngs and the fence.
  

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    She 'lucked out' (sorry, I just had to say that) and got Andrew Luck's autograph. In case you don't follow football, he is the quarterback for the Colts. She was ecstatic. A few people have told her how much money that will be worth some day, but she doesn't really care; she is happy just to have it; to actually have his name, written by him. 
    We discussed names and how some names are worth more than others, in the world's view. But every person and name is important to God.
This is the chorus to one of my favorite songs:
        
                            He Knows My Name 
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call
Music and lyrics by Tommy walker 

 It is comforting to me to know He will know my name even if I am blown about by life's storms, lost, my name is obliterated from a headstone, or when I no longer know it myself.


 

6 Comments
Ann Marie
8/30/2013 07:44:03 am

This is a nice post Gloria. Your name is also the title of a song, but I forget who sings it. It's a woman and came out in the '80s I think. So your name is a bit unique, and I can honestly say that I haven't met any other "Gloria's"...even when I worked in assisted living.

I think the most important part of this post is that God knows us each by name. In fact, He will give us a brand new name in Heaven!

Thanks for sharing and God bless ♥

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Gloria Doty link
8/30/2013 08:41:40 am

Thank you AnnMarie. It was so nice to hear from you.

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Kd
8/30/2013 08:46:21 am

Great post mom.

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Gloria Doty link
8/30/2013 08:51:12 am

Thank you Sweetie. I'm happy you liked it.

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Kari
8/30/2013 11:54:51 am

I was just thinking, how sad so many people care so much about what others think of their name with out ever giving a thought to what God thinks of when He hears their name...

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Gloria Doty link
8/30/2013 03:35:25 pm

yes, we often forget He knows us so well. I have always liked the last line of the song we would sing at baptisms: Take this name we now have given, Write it in the book of heaven

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