How God Sees Your Mistakes
How God Sees Your Mistakes
I boarded a bus heading to Tafawa Balewa Square. A woman with three kids hopped in after me. Of course, she was paying for just one seat.
I volunteered to carry one of the girls immediately. The woman was grateful. “We will be coming down soon,” she said apologetically. You would know they are poor. The little girl stepped on me. She didn’t even take note. Just relaxed on me. Playing with my hand. Now I was the one who felt so loved. I actually wanted to keep her close to me.
