This morning, I was cooking some eggs, when two-year-old Rachel decided to reach up and grab the carton from the counter.I was looking the other way when I heard the telltale sound: eggs cracking on the floor.
I turned around, and there stood Rachel, frozen, staring at that upended carton and six broken eggs, spreading out in a yellowy, oozing mess. The world stood still as she and I both assessed the damage, and the look of shock and panic on her face spoke volumes: she knew she had done something terribly wrong.
"It's okay, Rachel -- you made a mistake, but we'll clean it up," I said, wrapping my arms around her in a big Daddy hug. And at that moment, she and I both learned something about God's grace.
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