It's amazing that when you name a child, you have no idea how perfect that name is at the time. You only have a wrinkly little ball that screams, so you can't possibly know if the name fits or not. My sister is notorious for naming her kids during the last 5 minutes of her stay in the hospital, when the nurses are saying, "Lady, you can't leave without giving the kid a name!", whereas I have named the child in week 8, or at least have 2 options depending on gender. So how I chose his name... Luke: strong, biblical, goes well with Martin, means "light", and in the Bible he was a Doctor, who wrote the most detail of the life of Christ. Here's why this name fits so well: Luke is strong-willed, bold and courageous. He has the kind of personality that when walking into a room says, "Okay, I'm here! The party can start now." without saying a word! He IS light. He talks non-stop. Talk about details? The boy doesn't get how to summarize and won't let you walk away until the end of the story/joke! Whew! He's smart and witty and fun. He's Luke Ashton Martin. He's my baby and he's 11 today.
Happy Birthday, Luke and thank you God for knowing and loving this child before I ever named him.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
Psalm 139 (MSG)
