People always ask the same two questions to a pregnant woman – (1) Is your baby a boy or a girl? and (2) What is his/her name?
The first one was easy for us to answer because a little boy ultrasound is hard to get wrong. But the second one, we were stuck on for quite a while. I think we were both waiting for some giant neon sign from God telling us our son’s name.
A name holds so much meaning for a little one. It’s the start of his identity. It’s what he will be called for the rest of his days, and in some ways, it’s the beginning of his destiny.
Months before I got pregnant, I was driving down a really beautiful scenic road near our neighborhood when I just suddenly, out of nowhere, got this thought into my head, “I think our first child is going to be a boy.” Yeah, I know…random. But I knew that I knew that I knew that this was not just a passing thought.
Fast forward six months later and as I’m staring at the positive pregnancy test, I remembered. “This baby is a boy…” was the first thing that came to mind. And lo and behold, 15 weeks later, we found out that we were having a son.
One of the earliest names that popped into my mind was Josiah. So I looked it up on my Baby Center app and saw that Josiah meant “fire of the Lord.” “That’s pretty cool,” I thought, “A good, strong name for a son.”
We took some time to mull on it, pray about it, and wait on whether or not Josiah was the name. We tossed around some other ideas, but nothing really stuck. “Oh well…we have plenty of time until next year when the baby comes,” we kept saying to one another.
The week before I gave birth, the name Josiah kept coming to mind. Finally, I told my husband that we should really pray about the name.
The night before I went into early labor, I couldn’t sleep. I Googled the meaning of Josiah and to my surprise, I realized that the original Hebrew meaning of the name was different. Josiah means “Jehovah (God) has healed.” Read more…