It had been there for as long as I could remember. We would see it whenever we came back from the pool, our bodies sopping wet as we made our way into the house after a long day of swimming. And again, while hunched over my grandma, watching as she tightened a loose button or hemmed an Easter Dress…
There it was, in my grandmother’s sewing room, taped onto the side of her sewing machine; A picture of The Good Shepherd.
Each time I caught a glimpse of it, I’d stare at it for a moment, taking note of both the tenderness in Jesus’ eyes, and the way the picture had faded in the sunlight.
Cute… I’d think to myself.
But I saw no need for such a sissy-looking Jesus.
…That is, until, my daddy issues started to surface.
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Krista Ortiz 