Thursday, August 11, 2011

I lost my Grandma last Friday to a 14 year battle with cancer. She was very loved and will be missed.
Through My Grandma's Eyes

Through my grandma's eyes she saw the world like no one else,

She saw a person dressed in rags, dirty from life's woes, and she'd hug and feed them.

If she saw a child not in church, no way to learn about God, she'd find room in her car.

A person that didn’t know the Lord, she'd show them the way.

Anyone in pain, she'd wrap them in her arms and say she wished it were her instead.

She'd give her last sweater, gladly, without second thought to someone who was cold.

If I could be half the person my grandma was, I'd see an enemy through loving eyes.

What a world it would be.

Closing my eyes now, letting the tears stream, I imagine her wearing the wings God made for her. She's crying right along with us—not because her life ended, but because we are sad.

I want to remember her as the most beautiful person God blessed us with, even if for a short time. She was the wife, sister, mother, grandmother, friend that we all were so proud to know and definitely loved.

She taught me how to live and she taught me how to die. Just a glimpse through my grandma's eyes.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Developing Pace

Check out Infinite Characters on my group's latest blog on developing pace in your novel. I'm Tom & Jerry, what are you? Also, there are some really neat stories about a kiss being interupted by an animal.