My grandson and I had a hard day yesterday. He is in 2nd grade now and his mouth has taken a turn to the sassy side. After a few more warnings than I should have given he ended up going to bed after his shower, an hour before his scheduled bedtime, with no dessert or his treasured half hour of television.
I could hear the sobs coming from his room as I cleaned up the dinner mess in the kitchen. I knew how upset he was over both losing out on his evening time but also in having disappointed me. Before he drifted off to sleep I went in to assure him that I loved him and that there was nothing in the world that he could ever do that would change that. I might be disappointed in his choices or even angry when he disobeys but I would always love him. I also reminded him that with the morning always comes the chance to begin again with a fresh start.
It occurred to me how much we as adults need to hear those same words and rest in that truth. We too have Someone who gives us room to roam and who loves us enough to discipline us when we stray too far but who is all about fresh beginnings. Someone who says he will never abandon us or forsake us. Someone who promises no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus.
I thought maybe you might need that little reminder, too.
I tried my best to think a way of weaving this patchwork bag I made into the story but just couldn't do it, ha, ha! Have a great weekend.