Yesterday I was fed an adult sized dose of the gospel from my child. I was angry, inappropriately so (at a messy house with grandparents coming over for the first time!).
Lina (5) hardly knows how to drive through this complicated life, and yet she put the brakes on for me. I pass her gospel application on to you:
After she had hurriedly cleaned the play table due to my tantrum, she said, “Sometimes I want a new daddy.” (Shocked, I said: “I know Lina, it would be nice sometimes wouldn’t it.”)
“No, daddy. I am not saying that I want a new or different daddy.” (Then she walked and stood toe to toe with me. She grabbed my hands and looked up at me the way I often hold her hands and parentally look down at her.) “Daddy, I love you. I am not saying I want a new daddy, I am saying that I don’t want you to be so angry. I want you as my daddy. I love you. But when you get angry, you overwhelm mommy.”
In one comment, she showed me my sin, broke my heart over it, called me to repent and then showed me her unconditional love. The gospel incarnate in a 5 year old gift from God.
God what did I do to deserve these blessings? Thank you for letting me try to be a daddy to my 3 gifts, weak as I am. Thank you for the forgiveness of their overwhelmed mommy.