Will The Real Me Please Stand Up?

I have called you by name, you are mine says the Lord.
I have never liked my name. In school I was always embarrassed to have to say it in front of the class. My name was different, weird, unheard of. My step dad would call me Athen, my mom thena, and my aunt came up with thenie weenie. My wannabe gangsta name was LaTina and my husband calls me tina. But now that it's all said and done I like my name. My name is Athena Marie and I never saw the beauty in it till now.
Athena means goddess of wisdom. And the meaning of Marie "is not known for certain, but there are several theories including "sea of bitterness", "rebelliousness", and "wished for child". However it was most likely originally an Egyptian name, perhaps derived in part from my "beloved" or my "love"."
Maybe my first name should have been Marie. Bitter-sweet is how my life has played out exactly. The bitterness of childhood disappointments found me rebellious in my teens and my mom wished for her child to come home. I never really did go back home for there was no 'home' to go home to. And after many more disappointments, somewhere along the way I found my true love. It is he who calls me by my real name. I am His beloved. "He has taken me to the banquet hall and His banner over me is love"~Sgs.2:4 This is home sweet home, my dwelling place.

One thing I have desired of the Lord, that will I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in His temple.~ Psalm 27:4