Growing up I was a tom-boy. In high school I was a jock. I knew where I stood. I wasn't in the popular crowd. I wasn't really in any crowd. I was a bit of a loner. But no matter where I went, people knew I was an athlete. It made college difficult, and has even hurt in my adult life. It's a stigma. I saw it just this morning as I ran home from dropping Caleb off at school. A woman with a different figure gave me the up down, and sneered. Like I offended her for running home.
It sucks when you have a given name sometimes. People put you in that mold and you aren't allowed out. When people see me then find out I'm a writer, the first thing they think is that I write fitness. Not exactly. Women's fiction, beach reads, oh and a series of children's books. The looks I have gotten over the past year have been interesting. So I fight the mold of athlete because that is all people see. But really, I should embrace it more. I am athletic. I love to workout. And most importantly, at the end of the day, I have a different name given to me by someone more important. When we dive into the Bible, we see that people were given different names by God. Abram became Abraham, his wife Sarai to Sarah. His grandson Jacob became Israel. Saul was changed to Paul, Cephas, Peter. My favorite is the added nickname for John (to determine which one) "The Beloved." God changes people's names. And the names change, after the life changes. Covenants were made. Appearances of God changed people's lives to the point that God needed to change their names. Okay, So God doesn't call me Kate or Jackie. He did change my name when I view myself. I'm no longer a wanderer, but a follower. I'm no longer lost, but found. I am a child of the God most high, not a child striving to make my parents proud. I'm a princess to the King of all, not a worn out mother trying to get by. Maybe you have a name that you can't shake. Maybe there is someone you once were, that you do not want to be. Let them say what they want. When all is said in done there is only one name you need to be known by. So when I'm only known to people as that workout chick, jock, or even loner, I don't let it get me down. There is One who calls me "His" and that is a name I can live with forever.
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