My grandmother was one of the dearest treasures in my life. Often, I think of her. Often, I miss her. Often, I recall our times together, both before and after she developed Alzheimers and dementia. I have written about her before, in this post. I also often think about her favorite song, “His Eye is on the Sparrow”. I have sung it in church, I have listened to it with love. I have considered the words… Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come? Why should m