Rose-colored Glasses
Aunt Carrie was our family’s eternal optimist. She always seemed to see the best in everyone. We affectionately accused her of seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.
One evening we took Aunt Carrie with us to one of our prison Bible studies. As we were leaving the facility Aunt Carrie shook her finger and informed the guard, “Those are all good boys in there; every one of them!”
