What would be His reason for changing my name?

Yesterday I mentioned my love for animals. Some people would say what I do is silly, extreme, even want to question my mental balance. Yesterday, I told of how I formed friendships with the park turtles, carp, crows in the Iwatsuki Park. (The turtle pictured was photographed a few months ago on the river in front of the house.)

I remember first calling a carp "Double" because I could never tell the difference between him and carp Jesse Fin at first. NOW I can't see how in the world I could ever make a mistake! I suppose that's how mothers are with twins too. Later, I decided to call that carp "Bubble" because...well, I have no trouble identifying it now, and it is in the frothy water, after all!

There was a crow I labeled "Stealth" at first because of its ability to silently, undetected, swoop into areas in the high shade of trees other crows wouldn't get away with near where the great blue herons perched. He'd get situated, and call to them. But later, when it seemed his personality changed--really--and he seemed to be working for friendlier relations between heron and crow, I pretended he asked to have his name changed from "Stealth" to "Health".

I think there was a man in the Bible called Saul who was later called Paul. Hmm. If God were to change my name, what would be His reason for wanting to do so?

The name of my favorite turtle in the park? "Quasimodo the Injured Turtle at Iwatsuki  Park with Shoe-shaped Shell" was much too long. I liked "Quasi" instead, so that name stuck.