She has grown up being called Hopie Shalomie. Now that she is older she prefers her given name...Hope Shalom, but she still giggles when she hears me call her Shalomie. I am making a conscience effort not to call her Hopie any more. I don't want to embarrass her out in public. I have always loved the name Hope. If our last little one had been a girl, the name would have been Faith. The men of my family were against naming the newest male child Faith so we all settled on his name being Seth. We named each one of our children with the meaning of the name in mind. It was important to us. Each child has a story and I have spent their whole lives telling them the meaning of their name and their story. Names are important and life stories are important too. Sharing the story is a way to give a hertitage to each and every one of our children. That too is important!
grace and peace,
julie, (which means lighthearted...young at heart...which is getting more important each and every day)!
The musings of a godly husband and wife seeking a simpler life in today's world. Pour a cup of coffee and spend time with us as we ramble on about spirituality, raising children, farm steading, politics, sports, woodworking, and all the other things in life we enjoy.