Tag: Grandma

Soft

Posted by Arlene Bergen in Devotionals, Stories

We were leaving the home where my Grandma lived, piling into the mini-van in comfortable chaos. Above the noise, I heard Koby speaking, “Mommy.” Making sure everyone was buckled up, I turned to him as we pulled out of the parking lot. Driving away from Grandma.  Unaware of time’s relentless march, and that we had…Read more »