My kids love balloons. Love them. And since becoming a parent, I have learned to despise them.
Lucky for them (and unlucky for me), the grocery store nearest our house rewards each child who rolls past the checkout lane with a balloon for their excellent (or terrible) behavior.
I have two children, and inevitably, one balloon always makes a break for it in the parking lot. Somewhere between the automatic sliding doors and me buckling car seats and keeping eggs from being crushed, one – only one – will see its moment and slip free, its tail waving goodbye and good luck to me as it disappears into the sky.
Good luck indeed…
[I’m writing about sin as a part of the 8-day Gospel series at SheReadsTruth today. Click through to read the rest of the story!]