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Grandpa Reed            The scent of roses filled my senses and I stood there amazed and wondering how it was possible. I had picked up the plastic bag to grab something underneath it and was shocked to find that I was smelling what was inside. The plastic bag contained a single dried rose from my grandfather's funeral. I have opened that box dozens of times in the two years since his passing. But I have never smelled the roses like I did the other day.       It stills baffles me that I could smell anything from it considering it was tightly sealed and dried for such a period of time. And yet, there I was inhaling its lovely perfume. Grandpa.  I'm named after my Grandpa Jesse, a name that means 'blessing' and 'wealth'.       My grandpa was a short man, the "runt of his family" as I've heard my mother say. He had a rough childhood, experiencing the loss of his mother at a young age. He and most of his sib...
It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be possible . . .             Jude 1:20 says we are to build ourselves up in our faith. That's what I was doing when I was driving home from not  buying a laptop. I thought I had saved enough money only to find out they were a lot more than I thought, minus software. I had spent the last several months working on my unpublished novel without one.      I started writing it out in longhand at home. Now when I say "at home", what I mean is I was sitting at a little table I had dug from the hairiest, scariest corner of our basement. I took that little table and painted it and put it in our spare dining room.  Near a  basketball hoop . No, I'm not kidding.  I sat at my 'desk' with a Chucky Cheese style hoop within a couple feet of my chair. That's how I started.      Then, once I had written it out I needed to type it. Well, that wouldn't work on our old, slow lap...