When I was a kid, I practically worshiped my dad. He was the biggest, baddest, most awsome guy in the world and tougher than a raging grizzly bear. Mom always scared the living crap out of me as she was either delusional, weeping or beating/screaming at me so dad just started taking me everywhere with him.
I know, I know; I was the spoiled little princess for a little, precious while, when I was very little. During that short time he called me his jeanniebeanz. It's how I'd like to remember him, before he cut me out of his life over the witness thing.
So, when I was thinking of a name to use I tried to choose something that, just in case he might stumble across this site, and actually read these posts, and just maybe have something, anything, touch his heart so that he'd have the courage to finally question his beliefs, he'd know I was here and how to reach me without anyone having to know he had done so.
Jean = God is Gracious (Celtic)
Elyse =Consecrated to God (Hebrew)
Phillips=Lover of Horses (Scottish)