When we named our seven-year-old, Hope, I never thought that sometimes only speaking her name would wear me out. That the word, Hope, would become so common to me that I might even forget what it really means.
She asked me when she was a little girl what her name meant.
I told her,
“Something good’s about to happen.”
Boiled down and simplified, this is what Hope is…the fact that in Faith, we know and trust that something good is always about to happen.
Because of Christ. Of His promises. Of Grace.
At the time I needed something unique. I didn’t want to be like everyone else naming their baby girls iterations of “Hannah” or “Katelyn” or “Madison”. There is nothing wrong with those names, I just (selfishly perhaps) wanted my daughter to stand out from the multitude.
Not Ruth.
Not Charis.
Not Gracie.I was pulling for all of these names at one point or another to name our baby girl who would come early in January of 2002. None seemed right.
I know some parents wait until the baby is born to see which of the hat-full of names fits. They look into her dark blue eyes and search for the name she was meant to have. Sometimes they leave the hospital with “BABY _________________” in the name field.
Not us.
We knew from the 19-week ultrasound what she would be named.
Hope….
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What does HOPE mean to you?
