In my 8^th grade English class I had to write an essay about the origin and meaning of my name

My name is Taylor 

Taylor is of English and Germanic origin, and it means maker of clothes

Cutter of cloth

Just change the “i” to a “y”

Imagine my disappointment

Not “crowned one” like my little brother

(Seriously his name means king)

Not “knowledge” or “guardian” or “pure”

Like some of my classmates

Simply “seamstress”

And who could I blame really?

My parents?

That wouldn’t be fair

Even though Taylor was the 4^th most popular girl baby name the year I was born 

Needless to say my 13-year-old self was left feeling less than ordinary

Once again

I might as well have changed my identity to

First name LACKING

Last name SIGNIFIGANCE

So I grew quiet

But in the silence I started to listen

And I could hear

“Tailors are artists, skillful, and competent

They create the very things that cover and protect your bodies”

And I began to finally feel the layers of fabric that warm my soul

The smooth silk of compassion

Cotton soft as unending love

Sovereignty thick like wool

One layer for every time He calls my name

For I am dressed in His righteousness

Clothed with His presence

The very fabric of my being is sewn with His grace

I am fearfully and wonderfully made in His image

And even though I am a helpless, mindless sheep

I am a blameless sheep of the Good Shepherd

So when I am asked “what is your name?”

I no longer have to listen to the whispers of doubt and uselessness authored by the father of lies

“Who am I?”

I am His

And He is mine

My name is Child of God

My name is Friend of Jesus

My name is Chosen One

Ambassador for Christ

Disciple

Daughter of the One True King

Citizen of Heaven

My name is Christian