She stood there with a great big frown and two huge tears rolled down her little face. She said, "I didn't know it was a bad word." I told her why we didn't say the word that way and just told her she would need to remember not to say it again.
She looked at me and said, "But are you going to tell Daddy?" I told her that Mamas and Daddies don't keep things from each other , but that he would understand it was an accident.
Throughout the next hour she alternated playing and coming to me and asking me to please not tell Daddy. I would assure her that it would be fine, but she just couldn't bear the thought of her Daddy not being happy with her. It was tearing her up.
Now she knew that she had nothing to fear from her Daddy. He loves her to pieces and just has to correct her with a look and she melts.
Finally, I told her we needed to just call Daddy on the phone and tell him. We did, and I watched as she told her Daddy and then saw her nod her head and smile. She handed me the phone and skipped off to play. She was free , she was happy.
They say confession is good for the soul, and that day she showed me a visual picture of what my relationship with my Heavenly Father should be. I should so desire to please Him that just the thought of disappointing Him should grieve me deeply. I should immediately go and confess my sin..His Word tells us.. 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. He wants us to come to Him not so that He can punish us, but so He can give us grace and forgiveness, and that we may be free.

Here is a pic from last spring of Em looking at her Daddy.


