Some breadbox finds are uncovered at the moment I need them. Like this one, written by me several years ago. I rediscovered it just as I was realizing I’ve been much too complacent about gifts God has given me:
“A few days ago I was putting a bowl of soup on my two year old granddaughter's high chair tray and she (having decided that she wanted nothing to eat) yelled ‘NO!!’ She slammed the bowl off onto the floor. Then I knelt and proceeded to silently clean up the mess as she sat there in silence. It took me several trips up and down to get more towels. I worked matter-of-factly. She sat very, very STILL. She tried giving a little giggle, and I did not respond or look up. Then she said, very meekly, ‘I sorry.’ I stood up and kissed her swiftly on the forehead and said ‘I forgive you.’ She watched me very soberly as I got her down, and we went on about our evening as always and all was well.
I keep thinking of that very sweet ‘I sorry,’ and it touches my heart.”
As I read this, I can almost imagine my heavenly Father saying, when I come to Him in repentance: “I forgive you. I have heard your ‘I sorry.’ And it touches My Heart.”