Build Me Up Buttercup

A Buttercup My paternal grandparents lived hours away in PA on Lake Erie. Granddaddy's nickname for me was "Buttercup." He was a meek, soft spoken, kind soul, much like my father. Even at 68 years old I still long to sit in the love of my grandparents. No matter our age we all need to be built up like the song lyric which says, "Build me up Buttercup." My whole life I've recognized the blessing of having the knee of an older wiser woman to sit at and listen. The older one gets the harder it is to find that older, wiser, godly person, but I have one I cherish. She lives away down in Dixie. We don't have the blessing of chatting in person, but emails of encouragement are a treasure. Miss Janie This widow has had health issues the past several years which have her in excruciating pain. A few weeks ago, her daughter texted me to let me know hospice had been called in to help with the level of pain she was experiencing. I immediately emailed her a pray...