There’s a story about a grandfather who started a journal for his granddaughter. He wrote about all their activities together. He wrote about the good times and some hard times. The young girl grew up to be a beautiful person in so many ways and her grandfather-captured moments that were poignant, raw, delicate and heartwarming. When the women turned twenty-one, and her grandfather was growing old, he gave her the journal as a birthday gift. The women was flabbergasted when she unwrapped the present and started to read about her life as seen from the eyes of her dying grandfather. What a witness to a life God gifted to the world. The young women could not fathom the deep-rooted thoughts, the countless memories and the picture of her in the arms of a man she came to admire. She would cherish this gift more than the stars in the sky or the grains of salt in the sea. She was a women embraced by the heart of another. What a gift. What a witness.