Sylvie

I felt I should write a letter to someone who had hurt me and my husband very badly, as a last ditch attempt to resolve the situation. I was with my two year old son in the supermarket one morning with the unposted letter in my hand, still grappling with the decision of whether or not to send it. We were so short of cash that I had to choose between buying a stamp for the letter and a sweet for my son.

‘Lord – what do I do?’ I prayed. At that exact moment, I looked down and saw an unused stamp on the ground at my feet. It was first class.

I was so gob smacked as I picked up the stamp that when my little boy came out of hiding with a partially unwrapped chocolate bar in his hand, I didn’t even shout at him. I just smiled sweetly and paid for the chocolate.