(Day 2 – Nicknames)
Mariding (aka Marimar/Marilou/Maria/Mariposa/Maring/Mareh/Jang) smiles and her eyes immediately crinkle into tiny slits. She’s the cheery friend who wants to bring a light mood to everything. She’s the girl who thinks and processes in song. She’s the melancholy writer who pours her heart out into letters and animated chronicles of her more than occasional (mis)adventures.
Madishu (aka Jeli/Madi/Mawi) knocks on her cousins’ door and returns the novel she borrowed two nights ago. She stops, crouching to pet the cat that has started to rub its head against her feet. The door opens and it’s her aunt who greets her. She grimaces as she gets her cheeks pinched but laughingly hands over the book and says goodbye and thank you.
Anggolik blinks as sunlight enters her room. She can hear her mother exercising in the living room. She can also hear her father heating up water in the microwave oven. She looks at her watch. 7am. Her brother is probably getting ready to fetch and send his girlfriend off to work. She snuggles deeper under her warm comforter. Five more minutes.
Pangging sits prim and proper but has her hair tied up in three ponytails. She’s well mannered and well behaved but has that streak for the uncanny. She finds herself predictably unpredictable, childlike yet mature, an old soul but with a heart of a youngster still.
I read these lines and find myself amazed at the complexity of humans, our souls, and our roles. We can be different things to be different people while remaining true to who we are. Still, privileged are those who see not just one aspect of our personalities but have an encounter with all.
But only one Person truly knows us. Only One has a knowledge and understanding of everything we are.
1 You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Psalm 139:1-3, 13-14
Yet parts of us still remain undiscovered. But upon looking into the heart of our Maker, upon asking Him what was in His mind when He created us, it is then that we begin to truly discover.
1 But now, O Jacob, listen to the LORD who created you.
O Israel, the one who formed you says,
“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.
I have called you by name; you are mine.”
We go by different names. Different people refer to us in different ways.
But only He can call us by our true name.
Are we brave enough to hear it? Are we humble enough to respond to it?
Hear Him. He is calling us by name.