Heart language.

The strength of a mother's love.

And this is how it happened.

I sat in my chair as the sun painted its vivid colors across the darkening sky

Wishing that the joy in my heart matched the colors I was beholding

Wondering why it didn't

Opening my heart to truth

And suddenly it dropped in

The idea was born.

I asked, "What about my desire to sit with hurting souls, hear their stories, and give just abit of hope?"

And Grammie's Place became the answer.