I have always been interested in the meaning behind names. Which was always a little unfortunate for a girl named Heather. There really is no meaning behind that name. It's a plant. And my middle name is Ashley (at least it was before I got married), which comes from "Ash Tree". So basically I'm a plant. Real poetic.
I hadn't given it much more thought until I was sitting in on a college class a while ago where the students gave presentations based on the meaning of their names. I was fascinated by how each person found connections to their name's meaning and their own personality. And I walked out wishing, again, that my name meant something more than a plant. You know,those things I always buy and then manage to kill within a week.
But the more I thought about it, the more I began to realize that maybe my name does have significance. Names are a big deal in the Bible; they carry weight and destiny. God calls us by name; why shouldn't mine have meaning?
Heather is, of course, a plant with tiny little purplish blooms. It flourishes in wide open spaces and floods hills and fields with its color. And occasionally pops up in day-dreamy poems and books like Anne of Green Gables. "Heather" may just represent a plant, but that means I am constantly growing. Quietly, steadily growing. Not making a big fuss, just blooming and spreading cheer.
(Also, I hear that deer eat heather. But my imagination cannot yet make a correlation or metaphor with that piece of information.)
Maybe this all sounds sappy, but it really changed the way I imagine God seeing me. I'm His quiet Heather, growing and learning how to bloom in the rocky terrain. And that's the only meaning I really need; to just keep growing.
What about you? Have you thought much about your own name's meaning?