"Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit." Matthew 28:19
I can remember the flood of emotions I experienced when I found out I was pregnant with our first child. I can remember praying that he or she would be perfect--ten fingers, ten toes, two seeing eyes, two hearing ears...you know, healthy. I can remember hoping that he or she would look like my husband and laugh like me. I can remember praying that he or she would be a "good baby", one who would sleep, eat, possess a happy disposition and have super chubby cheeks.
And when I held our son, who initially favored my handsome husband and has ALWAYS laughed like me, in my arms for the first time, I was overwhelmed by the pure, raw, desperate love I felt for him.
We decided to name him Noah. We chose his name because we love the obedience and tremendous faith of the biblical patriarch. We love how Noah built the Ark in the face of ridicule and uncertainty. We love that the Lord chose Noah, a Godly man, to be the remnant of humanity. We love our son's sweet name.