He covered his face.
My son, who's 8 screamed a bad word in Church. I wasn't there, I planned to confront him when he got home. Give out punishment for the crime and the embarrassment.
He deserved some talking to right?
Then he covered his face in his coat and cried. Tears that you know come from deep down inside of someplace hurting and sad.
He covered his face and I heard God say,
"This is what you do when you're hurting. You hide from me when I just want to hold you. Uncover your face Mandy, don't hide. I love you, let me comfort you."
And I cried and told my 8 year old little boy uncover your face baby, let me love you...
And we both learned a little about grace last night.