There is a taste of rebellion to it: to wonder about your own name. After all, you don’t choose your name, your parents do. And the Heavenly Father guides them to that choice. It has always been so.
Would our fathers have fought as valiantly to win the Promised Land if they had not had a constant reminder that it is the Lord that saves? That was the name of the great general, Joshua. Would David the shepherd have risen against the giant, would David the King have withstood persecution from enemies from without and within, if he had ever doubted that he was beloved of the Lord?
The Name ordains every name; it tells the story of your life. Hasn’t it always been so?
Then why am I “bitter”?