This past weekend I was given the blessing of having my elderly grandmother in my home from Friday to Monday morning. As I watched her hobble around the kitchen, sew on buttons to clothes, or wash dishes I thought how painful it must be to be old. Old people can't do things that young people can. Imagine going all your life without needed help from anybody and then you can no longer tie your shoes, comb your hair, or climb stairs. The truth is I often think my life is hard. It's hard to be single. It's hard to get along with others. It's hard to keep smiling some days. But as I watched my grandmother I thought, "It's even harder when the one you once loved is gone, when those you used to get along with are in nursing homes and you never see them, or when you can't hear what people are saying so you don't know what everyone is smiling about." I often think young people are in need of a special dose of grace but as I watched my grandma I real...