The granddaughters came over today and I asked them what they have been doing for spring break. Avery ran through a list of typical activities that you would expect a 6 year old and her 4 year old sister to engage in on their time off. Then she added, “And today we went to Enchiladas for lunch.” Avery who is 6 has been going there since she was born.

The restaurant is not really called “enchiladas” but enchiladas is what they get when they go there so that’s what Avery calls it. She only knows the restaurant by what she receives from it. This got me to thinking. What if people referred to us not by our name but by what they get from us and how they experience us? Would I be known by one of the seven dwarf’s names and if so would I be Happy or Grumpy? I guess it might depend on the day. But I would really love to gain a name from Ephesians 4:32 where Christians are told to “be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”