I just came back home and as usual, Grandma was baby-sitting my One year old Nephew.
He was on her her lap, drinkin' milk from the milk bottle while Grandma gently brushes her fingers through his hair and stroked his face.
I sat beside her, and I saw her wrinkled hands which weren't as wrinkled when i last saw it.
I teared immediately and found excuses to excuse myself.
And as I walked pass the playpen in the living room, I noticed the new bedsheet for BabyNephew.
I asked Grandma who bought it and she told me that she had sewn it herself.
Man, my heart melted!
I really love my Grandma alot.
When will she ever receive her salvation? I'll wait for God to move in this family.

Faith. Thats what I need.
Prayers. Thats what i can do.
Anything other than that, I'll leave it unto God's hands.