Equal at the foot of the Cross.
Yesterday, Cub pointed out my sin to me. For the first time. Unprompted.
I’d confessed sin against him before, but this was the first time he pointed it out to me before I confessed it. And he did it so sweetly: “Umma, you sinned against God and against me when you screamed at me to clean up the shapes.”
Dang. He was right. (And thankfully, he brought it up a little after the event, so I had time to cool down.)
So I had to ask him for forgiveness on the spot and pray for God’s forgiveness, too.
I’m sure I won’t always feel this way when my son unearths my sin, but at that moment, by God’s grace, I felt a sense of the beauty of the gospel. A gospel where a son can humbly point out his umma’s sin and they can approach the cross together, confessing sin and rejoicing in God’s grace for sinners together.