This week marks one of my favorite weeks. Anticipated as much as Christmas, although with different preperations. I don't decorate. I don't shop. I don't get distracted. A time when I reflect on all that He has done for me.
Last week, Maicy was working on a math paper. It wasn't an assignment specifically, just something extra I printed off the computer to help with math skills. I hadn't realized that at the same time as it printing off the questions, it printed an answer sheet. Maicy grabbed the papers and quickly set to work at the kitchen table. As I put dishes away she announced her completion. The 2nd paper went much quicker than the first, but I didn't question it. Then she told me. "You know why I finished that one so fast?" Then her little face quickly changed. "I looked at the answers."
I told her that that was not the right thing to do, but telling me the truth absolutely was. She came to me, she cried, I hugged her, and thanked her for being honest, and told her it was forgiven.
I thought we were finished.
She was going to her room to put her laundry away, turned around, and tore up the paper and threw it in the garbage. "I don't even want to see it! It makes me remember what I did and I feel bad!"
She wanted it finished.
It is finished.
That's what this week is about. The papers are torn up. The garbage can is empty. It is finished. There are no more remnants of our sin. He has paid the price for us. Not just the little stuff, like cheating on a first grade homework paper, but the big stuff too. Nothing is too big for the cross.
My prayer for you, my friends, is to know the love of God this week. To know that it is finished.