Pawpaw's Little Angels
“Step into Pawpaw’s little world — where three small angels tumble through wiggles, light, and laughter, and every moment is stitched together with grace, hope, and love.”
Where You’ve Wandered In
Oh my… what is going on here?
It appears you’ve stumbled straight into a place of wonder, holiness, and fanciful imagination — which is exactly why Pawpaw really shouldn’t leave the door open. And if you’re the type who gets distracted by shiny things, don’t worry. There’s plenty of that here.
Pawpaw believes that there is nothing more wonderful, more delightful, more heart‑lifting than the presence of his most beautiful little granddaughters. And I tend to believe him, because when one has that much determination and faith — and cinnamon — it must be so. Also, he told me to say this part or I won’t get the last roll.
These are the adventures and stories of a faithful saint and his late granddaughters. He calls them is little angels, and they come to visit him from time to time. And yes, they can do that. They get permissions with smiles — which, just between you and me, I don't think that they can tell the difference.
Yet their first appearances are bittersweet, for they are heaven’s newest cherubs. Come and see their joy and miracles… but be prepared, for there may be tears
Story Time!
Present here are tales of adventurings that I found laying about between the cushions, in the tulip bed, after a bee sneezed, and, of course, strewn throughout my wonderings. Little adventures stuffed full of gracings, mischievings, and charmings that follow three little cherubs I happen to know.
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Each wonder-adventure is a glimpse into a world where Heaven’s light greets Pawpaw’s love.
Author’s Note:
The three little girls in these stories are loosely inspired by Pawpaw’s late granddaughters, shaped by love, memory, and imagination.
These characters and their adventures are works of fiction. They grew out of the simple desire to imagine who these little ones might have become, and to offer readers the same comfort and wonder they first offered me.
“Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of God.” — Mark 10:14
I believe it — every bit of it.
These stories are fiction — soft, reverent, and written for anyone who has ever loved and lost. They are not instructions, rituals, or attempts to contact the departed. Scripture forbids that, and I honor that boundary. But Scripture also shows God comforting the faithful in ways that surprise us, and Pawpaw’s decades of quiet faith gave me a place to imagine what heaven’s tenderness might look like when God chooses to comfort one of His own.
So if these little visits from the “angels of faith, hope, and charity” warm your heart, let them do so without fear. They are not promises — only gentle stories rooted in the truth that God sees the faithful, remembers the grieving, and delights to show mercy.
The characters in these stories are fictional, symbolic figures inspired in part by both the living and the deceased, but not intended as literal portrayals of any specific person.
