100 years ago...
A hundred years ago today a precious soul was born. A dear lady who changed my life. She befriended me. She mentored me. She encouraged me to take life's fist steps... she loved me. That's a big deal to me. I spent most of my years before knowing her, believing what my classmates had convinced me was true: my family only said they loved me, because they had to. It took me decades to believe anyone could love me without God using them as a channel to love me. I believed only God could love me, people only thought they did because God made them care about me. Why? Because He is God and He can do the impossible--loving the most unlovable me. But my Grandma Lady was different. She is one of the few people I couldn't dismiss her love for me as outside her choice. She went out of her way to get me involved at church. She stood up to my stepfather, when nobody else would. She inconvenienced herself to listen to me.for hours on the phone, and have me in...