Another granddaughter climbed up into my lap and gazed =
into my face. Then she asked, "Grandpa, did God make me?" =
"He certainly did!" I =
Then she touched my wrinkled face and silver hair and =
asked, "Did God make you, too?"
"Why, yes he did!" I answered.
"He’s getting better at it, isn’t He?" she =
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"