She’s mad as a hornet, and she’s mad at me. Her demonstrative, fiery personality blazes when she’s angry…stomping feet, slamming doors, screaming fit. But she never stays that way for long. She hates the unsettling, wobbly feeling in her heart that comes from being out of sorts with me. When things aren’t fine, she won’t pretend they are. She *has* to make amends, and the sooner the better.
While she proves herself passionate when getting mad, she also proves herself passionate when making up. She flies back downstairs and runs full tilt before crashing straight into me. She throws her arms around my waist, squeezes big-kid tight, and sobs into my shirt,
“I’m so sorry, Mama! I love you so much!”
Even when I’m mad as a hornet I can’t help but forgive her instantly. It’s easy when her heart beats genuine regret.
May we all view restoration with our heavenly Father this way, where we dread being out of sorts with Him so much we can’t help but admit our sin as we run full tilt into His always-open arms. May we bury our faces in His ready shoulder and cry,
“I’m so sorry, Daddy! I love you so much!”
Believing with you, Sisters, in the One who loves us enough to always forgive quickly and easily. He holds us close while throwing our sins far, far away.
“For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.” Psalm 103:11-12