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by baptizednamemara

When I was baptized at age eleven, a close family friend gave me a new name. That name was Mara. This  pastor friend explained that the name meant mourning. He said that he believed my life would be blessed with much mourning and I should hold my new name Mara close to my heart.

As an eleven year old this puzzled me… mourning be a blessing? How could that be? I learned. Though the death of family and friends over the years I learned to grieve. I learned to grieve well. I learned how to help others through their grief. I became Mara.

So now as I journey through a new type of grief; I shall write. I am trying to be Mara as I know how. Join me on this journey of becoming who God planned me to be.

~Mara