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God
Made Me
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. She was alternately
stroking her own cheek, then his again. Finally she spoke,
"Grandpa, did God make you?"
"Yes, sweetheart," he answered, "God made me a long
time ago."
"Oh," she said and then "Grandpa, did God make me
too?"
"Yes, indeed, honey," he answered. "God made you just
a little while ago."
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, "God's
getting better at it, isn't he?" |
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