It is election time again. Ads splatter every channel with “vote-for-me” slogans and promises. Truth is shaped to an advantage and lies are disseminated as gospel, and we are expected to decipher which candidate is the lamb and which is the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

The other day, I was driving in Phoenix; I was not sure where I was going. I turned on the GPS and listened for directions. It wasn't long before the GPS voice blared, “Rerouting, rerouting! Take the next left.” I ignored the urgent voice and sped past the turn.

When Adam and Eve were driven out of the Garden of Eden for eating the forbidden fruit, the Lord told Adam that the earth would be cursed for his sake.

As a grandmother, you often look back on yesterdays and discover gems that have influenced your thinking and shaped your life. It is often the simple things that have the most impact.

Several years ago, after my aunt’s funeral, we were in the forest where she was buried. We were ambling along the dirt road, and one of the little girls flew past me, her golden hair tickling the wind. She must have been about four years old dressed up in her Sunday best.