There are deeply stabbing lessons of motherhood….
This one hit me in a split second. In one instance I refused the apology. Not completely refused, but a “I’m still very upset with you and you apologize for the same thing over and over and over, and I just want to see change instead of another apol—“
Heart sank. I was spouting the very words I hoped I would never hear my Father say. And I feel sure I will not.
Stopped mid-sentence…tears streaming down both our faces.
“No…
I’m so sorry. I beg God to forgive me for the same things over and over and–by His grace–I will continue to forgive you over and over as long as I live.”
Relief broke across the face…relief that could only come after such a terrifying thought that Mother had “met her forgiveness quota.”
Perhaps you are encouraged.