Cub turned 5 a few days ago. And the one thing I want to remember is this:
I had a sharp disagreement with one of my parents while they were visiting this week. Feeling sick and nauseous compounded my emotions. I went to my room in tears.
A few moments later, I heard little feet outside my door and Cub walked in, climbed into my bed, hugged me, and told me, “I love you, umma.”
Then he quietly walked back out and closed the door after him.
I was touched by his boyish thoughtfulness, showing me love and then giving me space to work out my emotions (like he often needs for himself). I believe God used it to soften my heart in a heated moment. It could definitely use more softening and humbling, but God was kind to use love — and not a rod.