Luke’s school always amazes me the way they honor people. Each year they take a special Chapel service to honor Grandparents. This year was a 50’s Sock Hop theme, which had kids whizzing around the sanctuary on roller skates in poodle skirt and twirling hoola hoops. Luke has a very special Grandma who helps to take care of him everyday and it was so great that she was able to attend. As the children went up to the mic and shared what was special about their Grandparents, my eyes welled up as I thought of my own Grandma and how special she was to me. She always called me her “little genius” because somehow she was convinced that getting straight A’s in school was equivalent to achieving genius status. She always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself and she always told me that I would “be something” someday. Growing up on food stamps and welfare, “being something” meant that I would make a lot of money someday. Today I make more than enough and I owe that to God’s grace in my life. He is the one who paved the way for me and because of Him, I now am able to give back to others. My Grandmother was one of those I was able to give back to before she died. She ended up living over 3 years with lung cancer and she kept me laughing until the very end. I miss her very much but I’m thankful that she is in the presence of the Lord Jesus and that I have the ultimate hope of seeing her again one day.