But this morning as I thought back to that moment, I had a different take-away.
But I couldn't pay it. I had broken God's law and even if I worked my fingers to the bone until the day I died, it wouldn't be sufficient to make it right.
And so just as I pulled out my wallet in that pottery store to pay for what my daughter broke, my merciful Heavenly Father paid for what I have broken.
There's nothing Liley could have done if I hadn't been there.
And there's nothing I could do, were it not for my Heavenly Father paying for my sin.