when the pain of admitting a mistake is multiplied exponentially because the offended is your child and the ache of his pain courses through your veins and directly into your heart and you know his tears are your doing and his brokenness your fault. and it's because he is quick to forgive though slow to heal that you understand "faith like a child" and you humbly and sorrowfully learn by his example.

when you'd pay any amount for an impossible do-over but the only real possibility is to look shame in the eye, to hold the broken, to say the important words through the trembling mouth, to reach into the hurtful past and together, the broken and the breaker, lay it down and surrender it to the mystery of the healing possible only at the foot of the cross. because his life willingly offered somehow, miraculously, cover-heals all this guilty shame and all this gaping pain and restores the together part of life.
let love and faithfulness never leave you. bind them around your neck write them on the tablet of your heart