Last year, we had a guest minister at church. He gave a very thought provoking message on the power of a name. He had us draw slips of paper from paper bags; he had three bags, and you were to draw one paper from each bag. There were two descriptive words and one animal. I drew Wise…Working…Bear. He asked us to think about how this description suited ourselves.
Wise (not usually).
Working (not ambitiously).
Bear (not furry, brown or burly).
If anything, it reminded me of my mother-in-law. I go to her for advice often; she is a good housekeeper and is constantly busy helping others. She will always be quite the mother; very protective but no-nonsense.
He asked us if we would consider making an effort to work towards that “new name.” To think about what, really, would it take; and why would you want to become that.
And considering that this is what I feel like most often:
Wise…Working…Bear…would be quite the thing to aspire to…
(I’ll just leave out the “furry, burly” part.)