“Sometimes we make good choices. Sometimes we make bad ones, but we are not defined by our mistakes.” Her steady gaze, so much like Daddy’s, never left mine. “When I look at you I see so much more.”
Something shifted deep inside me and a pang shot through my stomach.
“But you don’t know,” I choked out.
Aunt Sister squeezed my arm. “I know you, Mary.”
I expected her to repeat the phrases I’d so often heard about how God knows everything and loves you anyway. But she didn’t. I guess she figured I already knew.
I did.
Sister reminded me without saying a word. I just wasn’t sure I completely believed it anymore.”