perceptions: In the Eye of the Beholder
- 07/17/16 12:35 PM
At church this morning, I watched a little girl, no more than three years old, walking down the aisle. She held her mother's hand, or more accurately, her mother clutched hers, and the curly haired little angel twisted and turned and danced her way down the aisle. She pretended to tap the pews with her free hand, all the while smiling adorably at each person she passed. I'm sure her mother has seen that precious smile. I'm sure she revels in it. But at that exact moment, her mother was looking ahead, not down. I saw her and her child for exactly (0 comments)