Gabe Did It!
Our Mississippi children and grandchildren were with us for a long, holiday weekend recently, and I was privileged to baby sit with our two year old granddaughter, Nora, and our four year old grandson, Gabe, for a little while. Gabe and I were sitting in the family room talking about something while he played with his toy airplane. Suddenly, I missed Nora and realized I hadn’t seen her for a few minutes, and it was way too quiet in the other part of the house.
I called out to my husband, asking if Nora was with him. When he said that she was not, he immediately went on the hunt for her. He came into the room, carrying her with her feet held out, saying, “Grammy, look at Nora’s feet.”
Nora had found the colored markers – washable, thankfully – in one of the back rooms and had occupied herself by using every one of the thirty different colors on the top of her bare feet. As my husband sat her in my lap, she hung her head down and wouldn’t look at me, as I asked, “Nora, who marked all over your feet?” I fully expected her to confess and tell me she was sorry. Was I ever in for a surprise!
Immediately, without batting an eye, she looked at me and responded, “Gabe did it.”
I choked back my surprised laughter. Remember, Gabe and I had been playing the entirety of the few minutes she had been out of the room. I looked at her, again, and said, “No, Nora, Gabe didn’t do it. He was in here with me.”
Again, without any hesitation, she looked at me and said, “Evie did it.” Both of her older sisters, Amelia and Evie, were gone with their parents. “No, Nora. Evie didn’t do it. She’s not here.”
Finally, Nora’s head went down, as she softly confessed, “Nora-Nora did it. I sorry.” I talked with her about where she was to color, what she could draw on, and, above all, about always telling the truth. I kissed her, loved on her for a little while, and off she went to her next adventure.
How quickly we all learn the blame game! Yet, how lovingly God calls us to personal and honest confession and repentance.
Beginning in the Garden of Eden when God asked Adam where he was, and, later, when He asked Cain where his brother Abel was, God has given us opportunities to confess our failures, our battles, our emotions, and our faults. Instead, like a two-year-old, we often respond by blaming others for where we find ourselves. I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who loves me enough to, gently and firmly, call me to Him and remind me of a careless word, a thoughtless action, or a defensive reaction.
He doesn’t leave me there with the guilt or the blame, though. According to 1 John 1:9, if we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. Then, He loves on us for awhile, reminds us of the great gift of forgiveness through the blood of His Son, restores us once more to joy, grace, and hope, and sends us on to the next great adventure of life.
© 2011 Gerry Sisk