“Good morning, Miss Alba.” I leaned down to give the shorter lady a hug.
”Good morning, my love. Where are my babies?” Her thick Filipino accent sometimes made her difficult to understand, but her hugs never were.
“Good morning. The kids are downstairs in class.”
”Ah. Such pretty babies you have. If I were still teaching, they would be in my class.”
I smiled. “Thank you.” I looked behind her and noticed her husband was not in their pew. “How is Albert this morning?”
”He’s not so good.”
”I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Thank you.” She grasped my hand and patted it. “I have something for you.” She walked up to her pew, returning with a small envelope and handed it to me.
I opened it, discovering a crocheted white cross with a little red ribbon at the bottom. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” I gave Alba another hug.
“I make these for people. I pray for them while I work on them.”
”Thank you. We really appreciate your prayers.” I saw Pastor and the song leader moving up to the platform. I gave Alba another hug. “I should go sit down now.”
I showed the gift to my husband and quietly told him about it.
”That’s really sweet of her.”
”Yes, it was.” I opened my Bible and tucked it into Hebrews 11.
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I flipped through my Bible, looking for the scripture reference Pastor just shared, going past the small white cross. I notice that Alba and Albert aren’t in their pew this week. I said a quick prayer for them.
Maybe I should dig out my cross-stitch box after lunch and make some bookmarks of my own.
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