By Kathy Berken
Redemption isn’t just for Good Friday anymore.
I went to Trader Joe’s later that afternoon, and as I stood at the checkout, two very little girls were edging between the counter and me. Suddenly I felt two little arms wrap themselves tightly around my legs. The littlest one was clinging to me, her sister trying to pull her away. Smiling I said to the big sister, “As soon as she realizes I’m not your mommy, she might be in for a big surprise.” Just then, a woman’s voice said, “Looks like she got the wrong pair of jeans!” The little girl’s eyes showed definite confusion as she pulled away. “My granddaughter’s your age,” I said. “Thank you for the hug.”
More than I could have ever imagined, this little girl redeemed me from what happened almost 24 hours earlier.
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