I love names. I love the history behind names, I love hearing what names people have chosen for their children. I love learning their meanings and I especially love hearing old classics used on brand new babies. I love names. I am, in fact, a name nerd.
That said, I am way overthinking the name for our new baby. I love my kids’ names. (Yes, Aubrey, even yours!) Because each of their names have a story. And, considering how young I was when the first three were born, they’re lucky to have such good names. I had to make sure that baby Cinco was getting as good of a name as his or her siblings.
I began obsessing about the name when I found out I was pregnant. (Okay, maybe a little before.) The girl name came very easily. Claire. It means LIGHT! I love it and her middle name is fraught with meaning, but I can’t tell it to you here. It’s a big surprise and will be revealed either as, “The baby is a boy, but if he’d been a girl, here’s what her name would have been.” Or, “It’s a girl and her name is Claire Surprise Middle Name.” You only have to wait until June 4th.
A name for a boy just did not come. I loved names my cousins had already used, names like Isaac, Owen, Henry…but I didn’t want two cousins that would be playing together to have the same names.
I heard from the Lord about it when I was five weeks. I’d come in to the prayer room to sing in a prayer room set and my friend Jeremy Manders prayed over the baby, praying that the child would know the Lord.
That prayer stuck with me as I went in to my set and I began to ponder it in my heart. I felt the assurance of the Lord that this baby would know Him and speak up for Him and seek Him. It was a good, good moment and in my heart I heard, “Joel.”
I came home and looked up “Joel”. It means “Yahweh is God” and what other message would I want my son to stand for? Joel, however, would never work as a first name, because of his oldest sister who’s name is Julia and who often goes by Jules. I wrote it down and remembered that meaning and began to search in earnest for a boy name that might go with Joel, or with another name that had the same meaning.
I searched and I searched and I searched. I asked my facebook friends, I asked my other internet communities, I asked my family members. John and I despaired over Isaac, Owen and Henry and their unusability. We considered Graham, William, Liam, Evan, Callum and Colin. Nothing clicked. Nothing.
Then, one day, I saw Sherry Miles’ grandson Elijah. I thought, now that’s a good name. And do you want to know what it means? It means, “Yahweh is God.” There’s my meaning that I wanted. Bingo. Click. It fell into place.
So, if we have a son, his name will be Elijah Stuart. I can stop agonizing and researching and digging for something new.
And, as I told John, if we want a sixth child and Cinco turns out to have been a boy, we’ll have to adopt a daughter. There’s no way we can come up with another boy’s name!