My Name

This morning Andrew got up with Brinlee because I was too tired to get up after the night I had. Andrew now gets off work at 9pm which means he doesn't get home until about 9:30-45pm. So I stayed up with him until about 11:30pm and of course Celyn decided to wake up about every 1 /12 to nurse. When he woke up at 5:30am I could not fall back to sleep. When he woke up at 6:30am he would not go back to sleep. Thank God for my helpful husband. He let me sleep until 10am. YAY! At the breakfast table Brinlee kept saying "Puppy poo poo outside." and I said "Yeah that's right she does." I told Andrew that yesterday she started crying for the puppy. I let Windy in the house because Brinlee was sick and I didn't want her outside. About 2 hours later I had to let her out to go potty and Brin started having a conniption. So I told her that the puppy needed to go poo poo outside. Andrew replied, "Ooohhhh! It all makes so much sense now. I could not figure out what she was talking about." 

But back to my story. I believe I promised to tell you about my name: Jordan Elizabeth
At the time my mom was pregnant with me my older sister Tasha was 4 years old and in preschool. She had a little boy in her class named Jordan that she had as much of a crush that a 4 year old could have on him. So when mom asked her what to name the baby Tasha of course said Jordan! Mom had told he pastor about it when she was at counseling. The pastor told her that Jordan was a very symbolic name for what mom was going through. Mom realized what she meant. That she was like the Israelites trusting God to deliver them out of Egypt and across the Jordan River into the Promised land. I don't know the specifics just because I have never asked but I do know that she felt abandoned. Abandoned by my dad and by her family. My mom was between a rock and a hard place when she had me. She was practically homeless. When she had me she was living in a motel with no money and no car. She had to completely trust in God. She then decided that whether I was a boy or girl I would be named Jordan. OK, but what about Elizabeth?
The name Elizabeth means "consecrated to the Lord." and that is what mom wanted for her baby, relating back to the whole "dynamo for Jesus" thing. If I had been a boy my middle name was to be Troy after my maternal grandfather. I was born on his birthday, August 28th 1989. He says I stole his birthday and that he hasn't had one since...It doesn't quite look that way Papa, sorry. lol. My dad came to see me when I was about 3 months old and when was 7 months old but I didn't see him again until shortly after my 6th birthday.

Until next time Readers