Practice Makes Perfect
A little girl
was sitting on 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 to touch his wrinkled cheek. Then, she
would touch her own cheek, thoughtfully.
Finally she spoke,
“Grandpa, did God make you?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he answered.
“God made me
a long time ago.”
“Did God make me too?” she asked.
“Yes, indeed, honey,” he answered.
“God made
you just a little while ago.”
She touched his face and then her own again.
“He's getting better at it, isn't
He?” she said.