My Tucker picked this flower for me yesterday afternoon; flowers always make him think of his mommy. (It makes me want to grow a yard full of flowers just so he can pick them.)
Then, just a few hours later, I spoke far too harshly to him over a simple, childish mistake. He forgave me quickly when I asked for it, but my heart still aches over the way I spoke to him, the hurt I caused. As I tucked him in last night, I apologized again, and he said "well, mommy..that's already been forgiven!" Sometimes I'm not sure who is shepherding whose heart here.
"And God picks out such sinners as you are, on purpose,
to illustrate the glory of his grace in and upon you." John Flavel