A little girl was sitting on her grandfather’s lap as he
read her a bedtime story. From time to time, she would take her eyes off the
book and reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her
own cheek, then his again.
Finally, she spoke up, “Grandpa, did God make you?” “Yes, sweetheart,” he answered, “God made me
a long time ago.”
“Ya know Grandpa, I think God is getting better at it.”
(Author Unknown
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