The little girl was sitting in her grandfather's lap as he read her a goodnight story. From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up and touch his wrinkled cheek.

By and by, she was alternately stroking her own cheek and then his again.

Finally, she spoke: "Granddaddy, did God make you?" "Yes,Sweetheart," he answered; "God made me, a long time ago."

"Oh," she said. Then, "Granddaddy, did God make me, too?" "Yes, indeed,Honey," he assured her. "God made you, just a little while ago."

"Oh," she said.

Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, "God's getting better at it now, isn't He?"

This was so precious. I got it from Janet at Janet's Palace. Thanks, Janet!

A Frail Old Angels Cry

Last night I had a dream
It had a tale to tell.

I dreamed I saw an Angel;
Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered
His wings were ripped and torn

This Angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.
I walked right up to him to ask;
Angel? How can this be?

He turned around and paused a (bit),
Then he spoke these words to me:
"I'm Your Guardian Angel,
A great task as you can see.
You've run amok most all your life:
Look what it's done to me.

These bruises are from shielding Ýou
In times both dire and íll.
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
I've often paid the bill
You see my wings are ripped and torn;
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware.

Each mark is it's own story
of deadly wounds destroyed.
You made me wish~~more than once-
That I was unemployed.

If only you could make ít
Standing on your own;
Oh, don't you fret  or worry
but please try to remember
I'm getting old and frail.

I could not believe all I had heard,
Let alone how much he cared.
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him ín despair.

The next day I sat and pondered:
Should I really try?

Ånd ín the distance I thought I heard;
A frail Old Angel Cry.

Author unknown

I am always on the lookout for inspirational,touching or cute stories.If you have any;send them.

hugs~~~~~~~~~~~suzie