"There is no fear in love. But
perfect love drives out fear..."
1 John 4:18a
The shadows rise tall above her bed in the purple room as the night light bleeds shadows across the ceiling. Blessed with an active imagination, monster pictures squelch sleep from her eyes.
She braves the shadows and tries to shut them out, but soon her tiny feet pad across the carpet and into my bedroom next door.
"Grams? I'm scared," she whispers.
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