You and Parker were grounded because you had gotten in to your 3rd argument in as many hours. I instituted an early bedtime of 6 pm. Yes, I know it’s early, but I was at the end of my rope. I ran almost 7 miles today, and truthfully, I needed to go to bed early anyway.
So you were crying in the other room as you digested your punishment, but then you calmed yourself and came to me with your head bowed low and your bottom lip pertruding.
“Mom. Can I have grace?” If that request wasn’t cute enough in and of itself, your baby blue eyes were wide as saucers and I tried to avoid them as I contemplated the situation.
“Yes. I will give you grace.”
You smiled, giggled in delight, and went to jet out the door to share the good news with your brother. You got as far as the door, and you turned on your heels and came back to me. Without saying a word, you snuggled in close for a hug and gave me a loving squeeze that exuded your gratitude.
May I be like that with my Heavenly Father who gives me grace daily. I need to not be so consumed with living in grace and freedom that I forget to give thanks for all that has been done for me and given to me by my Lord and Savior.
Thanks for the reminder Kenters. You are a gem.