“You can tell a lot about a person by the way he treats you when you make a mistake,” she said, not looking up. She was still struggling under the weight of it.
“It was a pretty big mistake,” he said, justifying the hurt.
She smiled weakly and nodded her head, still not looking at him.
They sat in the quiet, letting emptiness minister.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said.
She sat very still. The desire to nurse this wound was very great. It tugged at her…the unfairness of it all.
Then she put her arms around his neck.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
She could let this go. Didn’t she already have Someone who waited for her every day—Someone filled with grace and mercy?