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Grandma's Hugs Are Made Of Love!
Everything my
grandma does
is something
special made
with love.
She takes time
to add the extra
touch
that says,
"I love you
very much."
She fixes hurts
with a kiss and
smile
and tells good
stories
grandma-style.
It's warm and
cozy on her lap
for secret
telling or a
nap.
And when I say
my prayers at
night
I ask God to
bless and hold
her tight.
Cause when it
comes to giving
hugs
my grandma's
arms are filled
with love!
~ Author Unknown
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What
Are Grandmas
For?
Grandmas
are for stories
about
things of long
ago.
Grandmas
are for caring
about
all the things
you know...
Grandmas
are for rocking
you
and
singing you to
sleep.
Grandmas
are for giving
you
nice
memories to
keep...
Grandmas
are for knowing
all the
things you're
dreaming of...
But,
most importantly
of all,
Grandmas
are for love.
~ Author
Unknown ~
God's
Embroidery
When I was
little, my
mother used to
sew a great
deal. I would
sit at her
knee and look up
from the floor
and ask what she
was doing. She
informed me
that she was
embroidering.
As
from the
underside I
watched her work
within
the boundaries
of the little
round hoop that
she held in her
hand, I
complained to
her that it sure
looked messy
from where I
sat.
She
would smile at
me, look down
and gently say,
"Child, you
go about your
playing for a
while, and when
I am finished
with my
embroidering, I will put
you on my knee
and let you see
it from my
side."
I
would wonder why
she was
using some dark
threads along
with the bright
ones and why
they seemed so
jumbled from my
view.
A
few minutes
would pass
and then I would
hear Mother's
voice say,
"Child,
come and sit on
my knee."
This I did only
to be surprised
and thrilled to
see a beautiful
flower, or a
sunset. I could
not believe it,
because from
underneath it
looked so messy.
Then Mother
would say to me,
"My child,
from underneath
it did look
messy and
jumbled,
but
you did not
realize that
there
was a
plan on the top.
It
was a design. I
was only
following it.
Now look at it
from my side and
you
will see what I
was doing."
Many times
through the
years I have
looked up to
heaven and said,
"Father,
what are You
doing?" He
has answered,
"I am
embroidering
your life."
I say,
"But it
looks like a
mess to me. It
seems so
jumbled. The
threads seem
so dark. Why
can't they all
be bright?"
The Father seems
to tell me,
"'My
child, you go
about your
business of
doing My
business, and
one day I
will bring you
to Heaven and
put you on My
knee and you
will see the
plan
from My
side."
(Author Unknown)
Lord, Thou
knowest I am
growing older.
Keep me from becoming talkative and
possessed from
the idea that I
must
express myself
on every
subject.
Release
me from the
craving to
straighten
out everyone's
affairs.
Keep me from
the recital of
endless detail.
Give me wings to
get to the point.
Seal my lips
when I am
inclined
to tell of my
aches and pains.
They are
increasing with
the years and
my love to speak
of them grows
sweeter
as time goes by.
Teach me the
glorious lesson
that
occasionally I
may be wrong.
Make me
thoughtful but
not nosey,
helpful but not
bossy.
With my vast store of wisdom and experience
it does seem a
pity not to use
it all.
But Thou knowest, Lord, that I
want a few
friends at the
end.
(Author
Unknown)
If
I were granted
any wish,
I'll tell you
what I'd do. . .
I'd wish my kids
were small
again,
for just a month
or two.
To hear their
squeals of
laughter,
to watch them
while they play.
And when they
ask me to join
in,
I'd NOT say
"Not
today."
To hug again
their chubby
frame,
to kiss away
their tears,
and cherish
childhood
innocence
that's washed
away the years.
Then when it's
story time
again,
I'd stay a
little longer,
to answer
questions, sing
the songs,
so memories
would be
stronger.
But time is
callous, wishes,
myth,
yet God in all
his wisdom,
has given me
another chance
before I join
his kingdom.
The face may not
be just the
same,
the name is
changed, 'tis
true,
but yet the
smile that
radiates,
reminds me so of
you.
God must have
known that
Grandma
would need a
chance or two.
For many little
happy things
she hadn't time
to do.
So God gave love
to Grandmas
to equal that
before,
that, in effect
embraces
those little
lives she bore.
Author
Unknown
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