A few years ago my friend Nathan packed up his minivan and moved to Nashville, TN to pursue his dream of helping refugees integrate into the US.  A short time later the program was shut down leaving him with the choice to tuck tail and head home or stick it out and find a new job in his new home.  He called his mom and told her he was going to stay.  He had not been in the Nashville area long, but had already found a church and was plugged in there.  He was helping with the parking ministry and needed to be there every Sunday to direct the able bodied youngsters to the back of the parking lot so the elderly and pregnant women could park close!   Knowing her son all too well she simply asked, " Nathan, What is her name?" 

He replied, "Hannah."