Colored Faces

Unfortunately, we visit Wal-Mart, which I affectionately call Hell-Mart, once a week for the quick stuff like milk and bread. Anja is usually in tow. Every time we go she puts a few coins in the Salvation Army bucket. A cute lady from down south is always ringing the bell and happily gives Anja a candy cane. This lady is as black and as Southern as they come and she makes me miss the South and Marie Posey every time I hear her talk. I don't really like it when people call me sweety but when a true southerner calls me "Sugar" with a thick as molasses drawl, it makes me smile. We've gotten a bit affectionate with this lady and Anja now gives her a quick hug as we leave. For some reason Anja noticed for the first time yesterday this woman's face.
A: "Mom, she has a black face."
M: "Yes, she does. That's how God made her and it's beautiful."
A: "Yes, it is pretty."
M: "He makes brown faces, and pink faces-like yours-, black faces and even very white faces."
A: "Wow! Could He make me a purple one?"

The lady smiled and said, "Sure he will, just ask him, Sugar."
Anja asked for one when she prayed last night-- but no change this morning.