It's Good Friday, and thanks to oversleeping and a morning breakfast preparation that took much longer than I thought it did, I missed attending the Good Friday service we had hoped to attend. The Man went alone, for some reflective time on his own, while the monkey and I stayed home for our own kind of reflection and quiet.
she cleaned up the mess she'd made with her endless amount of toys, I
busied myself preparing a craft and reading through the Kids of Integrity
lesson on forgiveness. I carefully prepared the packing tape cross,
getting slightly frustrated in my attempts to lay it down on the table
without it sticking to me, and then prepared some colouring tissue paper
for the project. When I was done, I called the monkey to come. She
eagerly ran to the table, and ooed and awwwed at the pretty colours.
Then, she noticed the tape I had so meticulously laid down, and her
four-year-old hand instructively reached out to touch it... and get
stuck in it. And that's when it happened...
... I ashamed to admit it...
"NO," I screamed in horror, all my frustratingly hard work going up in
smoke! Slapping her little hand a little to hard, I again raised my
voice, "I said don't touch!"
Her eyes filled with tears. She pulled her hand away and looked down... look of devastation on her little face.
And I knew.
is why He died. This is what He died for. All my moment so ugly
responses, impatient words, and painful missteps. He died for these. He
died for me.
my now weeping monkey-pants into my arms, I apologized and begged her
forgiveness. Forgiveness she readily granted --- humbling me all the
more. And then we talked about what Jesus did. Why He died, why the
cross is important, and how He forgave us, just like she forgave me.
timely lesson on this Good Friday, and a practical real-life application
for my monkey to ponder on as we made our tissue paper/packing tape