That is what my first grandchild called me before he could say “grandma”.
At that time he lived in an apartment with his parents.
I would climb the 3 sets of stairs to the top floor and knock on their apartment door. I could hear his little voice beyond the door shouting my name…Namum!
I loved this name.
I loved the way he’d run down the hallway into my arms!
My heart was always full!
His brother used to call me “MaGra”…
They still get excited when I come over for a visit and
these names will be forever special to me.
It’s who I am to them and who I was to them. They now live in a house rather than an apartment. I knock on the door and I can hear their voices calling out just beyond the door and then their little faces peeking behind the curtains beside the door.
They are usually smiling from ear to ear.
My one year old granddaughter calls me “Gmamama”.
She says my name as her little feet and arms kick and move excitedly.
She associates me with “play”.
My name “Gmamama” is usually attached to the words…”play, play, play.”
There is nothing like hearing your personal name shouted out by little ones who love you with all their heart! I love them with all my heart and love to visit and be in their midst.
As we worshipped in church today, we sang a song whose words said:
“Yahweh, Yahweh, I want to shout your Name O Lord”.
He loves when we shout out His Name.
It’s the Name above all Names and we come to Him as His children excited and in love and in adoration!
I love the picture of running to God and shouting out His Name in Praise.
He is All deserving!
“Shout for joy to God, all the earth!”
“Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy”
“Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy”