When Mom was just a few days old, Grandpa nicknamed her “Happy” because she was already laughing. I visited her grave the other day and noted that “Happy” was inscribed after her given name. The Lord’s going to give us all a new name someday, a nickname I think, just between him and us. I like to imagine that Mom just got hers a little early. “To the one who conquers, I will give him a white stone, and on that stone will be written a new name that no one can understand except the one who receives it.” (Rev. 2:17 b, c) Pray that the Lord will help you live up to your new name here and now.