Today is an incredibly special day. On this day, 12 years ago, I delivered my very first miracle. At 12:43 pm on September 24th, 2001 Peyton Andrew came into this world.
For those of you who read this blog on a regular basis, you know that when my children’s birthdays roll around, I have shared with you their name meanings. Today will be no different!
First you should know that when I named my son, I had no clue what either name meant. The first name was chosen because I am a football fan and at that time Peyton wasn’t ragingly popular like it is now! Andrew was a bit more sentimental, it was my Pa-Paw’s name and also the middle name of my baby brother.
After a little research I found that Peyton means “warriors palace” and Andrew is “manly, courageous, brave.” Naturally when I relayed this information to my son, he puffed out his chest and said, “yeah, I’m manly.” Crazy kid! In all seriousness, I do feel that it describes the young man he is becoming. He has battled sickness in his body like a mighty warrior, refusing to admit defeat. In spite of his smaller frame, he doesn’t back down or feel inferior to larger opponents on the race course. He is confident in his abilities both intellectually and athletically. And when the mockers come, (and boy do they come out of the woodwork once you hit middle school), he doesn’t let that deter him from giving his all at whatever he does.
On this day that belongs to my boy, this is the man that I pray he becomes as he continues to grow in the Lord:
Oh, the joys of those who do not
follow the advice of the wicked,
or stand around with sinners,
or join in with mockers.
But they delight in the law of the Lord,
meditating on it day and night.
They are like trees planted along the riverbank,
bearing fruit each season.
Their leaves never wither,
and they prosper in all they do.
(Psalm 1:1-3 NLT)