Sometimes it's the little things.  A few days ago, my nearly two year old granddaughter decided it was time to talk with Paw Paw.  As we Face Timed together, she pulled a tissue from the Kleenex box in Chattanooga and held it up to the camera as if giving it to me.  I grabbed a tissue from my box in Memphis, held it up to the camera, and pretended to drag her gift through the computer screen.  Her look of surprise turned to a knowing twinkle in the eye and then laughter.  Magic!  The original "Paw Paw"--Charles Finney--would have been proud.  He was the real Paw Paw, the guy who brought his special brand of sparkle into the life of Lily's mom for nearly 30 years.  Lily met him only briefly in the final fleeting moments of his remarkable, dazzling, fun-filled, touched-by-God's-grace life.  She was too young to remember those moments.  As the unworthy understudy, my job is to keep the magic alive.  I accept the challenge.

 “But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.” 

Sam Gamgee