Changed My Name, Change My Life…

I recently heard someone mention how names are so important. They said something like this: ‘Names introduce a certain ‘honor’ into your life when you inform people how to honor your name.’ So this blog piece is about naming and changing – and how changing my name to “Make Me Happy” when I went to South Africa, changed my life.

Well first of all… I acquiesced, to get here. (I yielded without protest.) I am learning most blessings come via surrender. I noticed once I stopped trying to make life be something it wasnt… and stopped sacrificing my peace for others who didn’t value it as highly as I did, Life became better for me . I learned so much when I discovered this. I had finally started living for myself.

I wish I had learned this lesson earlier. If often contemplated during this time in my life and pondered was “it” worth it, should I move on with my life – or keep trying to love where love was not returned. I finally came to the decision love can’t be found where it was never taught and embraced with humility. And that life is too short. You have to keep living. Because you can stop living for yourself to the point o almost dying. And then, you’re dreams die with you.

 

Secondly, I began to appreciate and be grateful for new experiences learned and used them as stepping stones to get me to higher places. For instance I began to challenge myself and ask myself : “Why  work in Syracuse just because I lived there?” I then found myself searching for jobs I liked outside my ‘four walls’ and found a good one in a small town in N.Y. working with adolescent boys in foster care and that began a new trajectory for me in terms of my work. I realized that loving and nurturing boys who had never been nurtured before was definitely necessary, in life. That they needed this love; for them to be full grown men. Perhaps innately and most unconsciously if I loved them this way- as a social worker who worked with boys; I would not waste time loving them as broken men.

These were new beginnings for me. I learned I could live and survive on my own. Eight months later I was moving to a place I loved: Washington, D.C. It completely changed my LIFE.

 Then, I decided to look inside. I went a little deeper; & began to self- evaluate. Because it was necessary I searched out my own happiness. Interestingly enough, I found it in Kuma, S. Africa. I found myself having a greater purpose in another country. Teaching and ministering to kids and adults and helping them thrive despite being in poverty situations and helping those who suffered life challenges and found themselves having little hope. My BOUNDARIES of blessing, I found existed for a greater cause and when in my purpose, I GOT SOMETHING BACK. Resolve. And that, could change a Nation, with enough support.

My name change in South Africa was Nthabiseng. “Making Me Happy”, became a personal mandate of my own, a mission – and I began the journey for myself first, and then for others. I realized walking in Purpose, in Happiness, and my youth was renewed. I felt alive again. Almost as if I’d been resurrected.

I believe in the power of naming. Naming can change perspective and change life commitment. In my book, Red Sea Situations, I speak to powerful names of God and how altars – like the places I’ve been to – these representations of love and struggle in life are not always negative places – but places that ushers God’s true presence in your life, so you can change your life and perspective.

Get a revelation on how changing your life, your purpose, and your direction can change your life. It may also change YOU.

To dream a bit brighter, be a little lighter and smile a little happier.

Selah.

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