Grandma, tell me a story!” I begged as I crawled into Grandma’s warm bed. She sighed. She probably would have preferred to sleep a little longer. I cuddled closely against her back and listened carefully, because I didn’t want to miss a single word. Grandma spoke softly and slowly—stories of little Samuel in the tabernacle, of brave David with his sling, and of Jesus who loves all the little children…