Well in a way it all started with my sister and
Of course it was all before I was born many years ago.
Fred's parents were trying to choose a name for this their third child, their second boy.
In the end they decided to call him after an uncle & a minister so he got Frederick S.... but has always been known as Fred (except on some occasions when I'm a bit annoyed at him or really want him to know that I need his attention and then he gets a very long drawn out Frederick!)
So what has my sister got to do with the minister then?
Nothing personally, but just as the minister was responsible for one of Fred's names my sister was somewhat responsible for my name.
My sister was 10 years old when I was born and there had been no other brothers or sisters and later were no other children born to my mum and dad.
When my parents were choosing a name for me they thought they should let her have some say in the matter.
Each name they suggested she didn't like for one reason or another, some because she didn't like people she knew at school who had the same name. Then when they suggested Sandra apparently she said that would be ok because there was a girl at school called Sandra and she was ok.
So I was named Sandra.
And I am thankful that they named me Sandra.
Lots of people have said at times that they don't particularly like their name but I have always liked mine although I do remember as a child trying to imagine that I had a different middle name from the one my parents had chosen for me.
Many years later Fred and I met and fell in love and got married.
The only other person that I had known with the name Fred was my mum's cousin who I always called uncle Freddie but my Fred was always Fred.
When our children were born we thought it was important how we chose their names and we wanted to make sure we gave them the names God wanted them to have so we got a book of name meanings and read it through.
Of course I checked out Fred's name to see what it meant and found it was of Germanic origin and meant
Very appropriate for my husband.
But I could not find the meaning of my name.
I could find Alexandra and some suggested my name was short for that but I had been named Sandra not named Alexandra and then had it shortened.
I tried other ways but could not find anywhere that would simply give the meaning of Sandra.
However I was convinced that one day I would find the meaning of my name.
A few years afterwards when the 2 boys were small and I was basically a wife, a mum and teacher, I got to thinking about what role I should have - what did God intend for me. I clearly remember praying and asking Him what is my role and I also clearly remember the answer that popped into my head.
Perhaps I had better explain.
Fred became an elder in our church before our first child was born and about 6 months later he became the leading elder. It was a small church so we were both involved in a lot of things and he was also the worship leader.
So I sort of accepted what I felt I had heard as my answer and was ok with that.
A few years later after we had had our third child our girl, I came to thinking about that same topic again and so again I prayed to know from God what I was supposed to be.
Again I heard
and again I accepted that.
Raising three children with a husband who was now travelling often with his work and still so busy with church was not always easy but I suppose you could say we settled into a routine and coped with it all.
Then came another time when other ladies in church were talking about what roles God had for us all in life I again went to God with the same question as before and this time
Now I did not ever consider that God was telling me that I was not of as much worth as Fred and Fred has never made me feel like that.
I also did not think that I was in a second rate role.
Nor did I think that it meant that I was to sit back and not do anything while Fred did everything, I was to help or support Fred in all that he did.
When the children were teenagers I was interested in crafts and joined a group of ladies in a "Country Market" organisation. One of the things I made was a selection of Name meanings and so again I was looking for the meaning of my name.
This time I finally found it,
Sandra is of Greek origin and means
Well I was right and I am thankful that I had heard properly from God.
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