Naming of the Blog

Choosing a name is a strange experience.

In middle school, I decide I didn't like being "Kristi" and thought my middle name (Michelle) sounded much more glamorous . . .even so, I have been Kristi because that's the name my parents picked for me.

Picking my own name is full of pressure - I can't blame this one on my parents! If I pick something too outrageous, there will be pressure to be exciting and interesting, even on days when I feel like a blob. Something too boring shows a lack of creativity . . .

But this is what I want on my tombstone:

"The Good Fig"

When I was reading through the Bible on the Watermark Journey, I found Jeremiah 24:1-7. I knew then that I was a good fig. . . not because have lived a wholly pure and useful life, but because I have returned to God with my whole heart.

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jer%2024;&version=31;