Supply teachers weren’t my favourite teacher in elementary school.  It wasn’t their teaching methods that bothered me or even their personalities.

Actually, I didn’t have anything against substitute teachers personally; it was the process.  They always began the day the same way.  With attendance, just like our regular teachers.  The difference was they would always use our full names because they didn’t know our preferred names.  Which was fine, if you were a Bob or a Bill. In that case, people knew that you were probably a Robert or a William. 

But when the teacher called out “Dennison”, everyone turned and looked around.  Dennison? Who would be named Dennison?  That would be me.  Back then I wished I had a normal name.  Now I love my name and the confusion it causes.

I would suspect that most kids struggle with their names from time to time, but even Dennison is fairly tame compared to the moniker that Elon Musk’s son has been saddled with, it is “XÆA-12”.  I kid you not. 

In days like these, my heart goes to God’s promise in Isaiah 43:1 . . .“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.I have called you by name; you are mine.”

 And that promise is valid even if your name is Dennison or XÆA-12.

Have a great week and remember: To see what is possible, you’ll have to attempt the impossible

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