While lying in bed with La Petite Belle last night …
La Petite Belle: “I love you, Mommy.”
Me: “I love you too, baby.”
La Petite Belle: “I’m sorry I disobeyed you today.”
Me: “Oh, baby. I forgive you.’
And I kissed her on the forehead.
Just like that.
So simple. So sincere.
For just a moment, I caught a glimpse of my Father and me.
Was there any chance I would have not forgiven this little girl?
Not even for a second did I think … “Well, I don’t know if I can forgive you, Your sin’s a pretty big one. And you know, you’re just going to keep failing. In fact, I’m kind of getting tired of you asking forgiveness for the same things over and over. I think I’ll hold on to this forgiveness. You’re not worth it.”
But, I put God in that box all the time.
I condemn myself.
He, on the other hand, doesn’t condemn and remains faithful.
Not forgiving La Petite Belle was never an option. It was automatic. It’s built into our character. Holding on to unforgivingness (weird word, I know, but it’s the right one) and bitterness is not. It was never meant to be. 
My love for her is way too big.
His love for me is way too big.
Not forgiving is not even an option for Him.