The story behind my name

My parents traveled a lot before I was born and also spent quite some time in Indonesia. The people there regularly asked the usual question: punya anak? That means: do you have children? The answer was no, because even though they were longing to have children, they had been waiting and hoping for years. Finally, after 7 years of waiting, my mom conceived – in Indonesia. 😊 So they finally got the ‘anak’ they had been waiting for. 

So Anak means ‘child’ in Indonesian. But anak means more than just child. It is a smaller part of something bigger and the small part makes the big part complete.

In Indonesia they call a lock ‘kunci’

and a key is called ‘anak kunci’ (the child of the lock).

Isn’t that beautiful?

What’s a lock without a key?

What’s a key without a lock?

 I also know that I’m a child of God because Jesus said: if you welcome Me and believe in my Name, I give you the right to become a child of God (John 1:12).

Verhoeven Family, 2011