My friend at church wrote this for our SchizKid Nicole Faith Proctor. I'd like to share it with you too:
Jerry (Grandpa)
THE GRANDFATHER'S LITTLE FAITH
I know this little girl who could look at you with a look that could turn a cold heart into a pile of soft warm butter. And put a smile on the most cantankerous of faces. You could always see a twinkle in her eye. The way she would stretch out her tiny hand, extending her fingers, reaching out for someone to take hold. She always wants to hold someone's hand. Usually she ends up holding their hearts too.
Her face would say, "Let me tell you of my best Friend." When this little treasure of a girl would hurt from one of the frequent seizure attacks, her Friend was always there for her. She wanted to share her Friend with others, so she just had to look up at her grandfather and without a spoken word he knew what she wanted to say, and so he'd do all the talking for her. You knew the grandfather would do a good job for her too because she'd just look up at him and smile. When the grandfather would come home after a busy day, the little girl in her own way would ask "Did you share my Friend with someone today grandpa?"
The grandfather had so much faith in her Friend he'd tell almost everyone he would come across about Him. About His love for his little granddaughter, His Grace and Mercy, about His miracles and how one day he'd be with her in Heaven. There will be no more pain and suffering and no more tears there. He'd tell them: "You can be there too! If you'd let her Friend become yours." Some days grandpa would just come home and pick up his little girl and rock her. The little girl would snuggle into his arms, up close to his neck and say in her own way "I love you grandpa."
The grandfather would give her a kiss on the cheek and with tears strolling down his face he would whisper into her ear, "I love you too Faith."
Author:Matthew Denning
