y dad's father was a man of quiet strength. Those who did not know him would have thought his demeanor was stern. My grandmother was a very outgoing woman who saw humor in everything. She was always laughing and always helping someone. On the surface, they seemed to be a mismatch. Those of us who knew them knew that the opposite was true - they were the perfect match.

I remember one morning when I was at their house watching Grandpa fix fried potatoes for breakfast. This was back when you always had a big breakfast - mostly fried. Grandpa had been losing weight, but he refused to go get clothes to fit him. His shirts hung loosely on his shoulders and his pants looked like clown pants.

While Grandpa was absorbed in his activities at the stove, a funny grin appeared on Grandma's face. She walked over behind my grandpa, grabbed his pants at the pockets and pulled them down to his ankles. I was sitting at the table and, needless to say, waiting for the explosion.

For some time, Grandpa just stood there. Then his shoulders started to shake, followed by an outburst of laughter like I had never heard from him; and Grandma was laughing so hard that tears were running down her cheeks. Once I realized that everything was all right, I joined in. That afternoon, Grandpa went to town and bought some new clothes that fit.

Ours is not to understand why God puts certain people in our paths. We just need to be sensitive to his working in our lives. Hebrews 10:24 tells us that we should "consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds." The spurs may prick us a little, but they bring about needed change.