Juliet: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”
William David Griffin. That is what I chose to call my second-born son. God spoke to me while I was carrying him and told me to name him William after my late grandfather, Martin William Bates. He also told me to name him after my husband’s father, David Morris Griffin. Hence his name… William David Griffin.
This past Sunday, on Mother’s Day, we dedicated William to God at Mosaic Church Charlotte. Before the dedication, Pastor Mike researched our baby’s name and learned that it meant Beloved Protector. Yes, Beloved (David) Protector (William). I realized as Mike spoke that, after suffering a heartbreaking miscarriage on Christmas Eve of 2008, God had chosen to bless me with a beloved protector, William David Griffin. And for that, I am so very thankful.
Every night before bed I read a Bible story to my boys from a “My First Message Bible,” and tonight we read the story of David and Goliath. Zachary, my 8-year-old, is very familiar with the story because we read it over and over when he was little, at his request. But tonight the story was new for William, who is 2 1/2. As we settled in to read, thunder rolled outside as a gentle rain began. William creeped behind his bed and hid from the thunder, unsure of what he was hearing. I told him everything was fine and he sprinted into my lap and gripped me in a hug, telling me he was scared of the thunder. I reassured him again and began to read.
Well, you know how the story goes. David steps up to fight Goliath with his sling and stones, and he slays the giant with a single pebble with God’s strength behind him. William, who has a tendency to run circles around the bedroom instead of sitting quietly through my story, sat very still tonight and seemed to hear every word. After the story we prayed as we always do, based on suggestions from the book. The suggestion was to tell God about some of the things of which we are afraid. Of course, William said, “Thunder.” I suggested that William pray to God to stop the thunder so that he could go to bed in peace, and, of course, He came through. There were no more rolls of thunder after we prayed our prayer. God is Good!