I was that chic who was deemed sinful because of my shady past and many women in the church hung onto their husbands when I walked into the room. However, as Daddy God would have it, I was the perfect candidate for a foot washing.  Seems like the timing of re-visiting past memories on Easter weekend is profound for I am not seen in the sight of heaven as who I once was, I am redeemed.

And the full story is available here, Angie Andrews eyesight: