Not all pecans are bad

Six children. Two in the stroller. The other four bounced around their mother. She paid for one item at the Dollar Store, baby wipes. The children had whined for candy, asking for other things, and their mother had to say “no” at every turn. And yes, I listened in, wishing to know their story. Then I remembered her face, knowing I’d prayed with her before when she was pregnant with the sixth…