I have spent most of my life desiring a different name. I have wanted something that is more unique. My name is so ordinary and common. I mean yes it has the Polish spelling but Krystyna is still as common as it gets. Plus my name is my mom’s middle name so I didn’t feel special in it. I was the same I didn’t stand out at all. I felt like I was just ordinary. I didn’t and still don’t want to be ordinary. In school there was always other people with my name. When I got on the World Race I had three other Christinas on my squad. I was ordinary again. I didn’t stand out. In order to know who was being called I went by my nickname K-tyna. It fit and it worked. The past two month it has greatly bothered me when people called me K-tyna. I wasn’t that person. I was so much more. I also didn’t understand why I disliked being called K-tyna so much.
My name means Christian so I also wanted a name with a cooler meaning. A Christian is a ‘Little Christ’. I knew that was what I was but until this past week I really didn’t realize it. I was going through the actions and had dedicated my life to being a Christian but I was not FULLY ALIVE in it. I needed to get woken up. Our Squad coordinator Hope asked me if I knew what my name was and of course I did. My head became full of thoughts about my name and my identity after that. The next night after praying over me Hope said I should pray into going by my full name. It was cool because the Father had already revealed that I needed to start having my squad call me by my full name. It seemed like such a silly and trivial thing but in reality it had started to consume who I was. I needed to be complete in God. I needed to be complete in my identity. I am a Christian and proud of it. I am a little Christ and I am the hands and feet, the little Christ in the world. As I go forward I walk into my destiny. I walk into knowing who I am. I walk into my name. To some people it may just be a name. An ordinary name however, for me it stands for so much more. It identifies me. It encompasses who I am. I am defined fully in it. As of now I walk into my inheritance. My identity. God had my parents choose my name for a reason, a purpose. It is a daily reminder of who I am and who I want to become. What’s in a name you ask? Well I learned that there’s a whole lot in a name and I am finally proud of mine.
