New Name

Let’s meet again, for the first time. If you could introduce yourself to strangers by another name for just one day, what would it be and why?  (Author: Becca Wilcott)

I've been thinking about this a lot.  I really can't think of any good reason to have any different name.  My name has been imprinted on my soul, since before time began, before I was a twinkle in my mother's eye, a thought in her mind or a heart beating under hers.

It has taken on so many different tones and inflections, how could I imagine responding to any other call? 

The tone my mother would use as she hollered up the stairs.  Or the way she {occasionally} attached my middle name to create 4 quick syllables that were more to the point than if she was only using the 2 syllables in my first name. Any other name would not have allowed her the opportunity to sing to me, as a young child, an old fashioned song of cacophonous syllables that mingled with the words that called me beautiful.

Then there is the way, that only my husband can say it, when he shortens my name to one tender syllable that rolls off his tongue.  

If I was forced to choose, I could choose for no other reason than it's a pretty name: Eden.  Representing God's paradise.  Where we long to return and dream of being.  The place where eternity ended and mortality began....

All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.  
Psalm 139:16b