I always loved the songs we sang as children growing up in the church. It might be because my mom sang them all the time with us. Today I hear our grandchildren singing the same songs, and it warms my heart. On of those song was “The B-I-B-L-E.” Today I read these verses and it made me think of that …

My wife, Terry, had a wonderful grandmother she called Mammy. She was adopted at a very early age and grew up working hard on a dairy farm. When her adoptive parents died, they left the farm to her. She then had six children. When their children grew up and began to marry, they signed the farm over to their youngest …