I was at the home of expat acquaintances living in France and found their bathroom décor endearing.
Thus, the photo.
They'd framed the plane-ticket-as-excess-baggage papers for a beloved dog who had traveled with them.
How cute.
And then I proceeded--somehow (not the first time I've been klutzy Kami) while changing
into a swimsuit--to knock this adorableness onto the ground.
Tile floor met glass.
Shattered.
Shattered.
I confessed, asked for a broom, cleaned it up. But I never offered to replace the destroyed frame.
I should have.
Faux pas #2.
Faux pas #3 is that such faux pas still hang in my guilt-box longer than they should.
Shake it off.
Broken happens in many forms.
Psalm 51:17
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God,
you will not despise.
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