"Babe, what are you going to do? Are you going to have them copy the map on paper or trace it? Do you have a song for that memory work? I'm just saying...people are paying for this and they have expectations!"
Last week was our Classical Conversations Parent Practicum. Mike was asked to teach the GeoArt camp and he happily accepted. I happily went to work micromanaging my perfectly capable husband. I wrote the lesson plans, made the copies, checked out books...I was going to be sure the week was a success and one more teeny tiny thing...make sure that I looked good. Yikes! My flesh is nasty, but as usual, I learned a little something.
At the end of the week the camps come in to give a quick sampling of all they have learned. Mike's group was going to do their chant of the highest peaks on each continent (do you know them?). So, he walked up and a few friends looked at me and grinned. I was excited. So they did their little thing and they really did a fantastic job. It was great! My one friend commented on how he had to live up to the name and I laughed and responded, "Yeah, I told him, I've made a name for us...you better not let the Wessner name down!" HAHAHA I also muttered something about having "pumps to fill" even though I don't often wear pumps. Anyway...they did a great job and he didn't let the Wessner name down.
Here's why he didn't let the name down...it's his name too! In fact, now that I think about it, it was his name first!!! Jiminey Christmas! He's been a Wessner a lot longer than I have been. He knew Ruth and Arthur, those brave souls that raised 5 boys in a Pennsylvania row home. He knew the Wessner's that I named my children after, and never met. He was raised a Wessner. He has Wessner ears and brains. He knows the name.
I've carried the name for almost 12 years. I carried another name. I know the power of a name. I know that when you have a good name it's worth far more than riches. I know that if you do something good folks remember your name. I know if you do something horrible...folks will never forget your name. I carry the Wessner name, and I also carry someone else's name.
Every time I mention Him, I am claiming His name. I find myself telling Him what I told my husband. "Don't screw up. People are watching you. I've made a good name for you, don't you go messing it up by not showing up and showing off!" I love the Lord, He says the same thing, "Ali, sweetheart, it was my name first." HE is the One that has made a name for himself. He should be telling me not to screw things up or He'll look like an idiot...not the other way around. Still, I count my awesomeness as so helpful to God. He totally needs me and is so glad to have me on His team. Really? Nah...He LETS me play on His team. He is glad to have me...but only because of Christ. Not because I really bring a bunch to the table, in fact, if I bring ANYTHING it's because He gave it to give. So, as we've struggled with our house (not selling) and figuring out what we're supposed to do, I return to His Name. His Name above all names. The Name that saves and spares and redeems and refreshes. The Name that was and is and is to come. The Name that was the same yesterday, today and forever. The Name that I carry. The Name that was sealed in me through the Spirit poured out on me guaranteeing my inheritance.
So, I rest. Rest in the fact that His Name hems me in behind and before. I rest knowing that His Name will be exalted above all other names. I rest that I carry that name and because of Him I can't screw anything up. His Name is sovereign, not mine.