Last night, JT had a baseball game. I have always said that sports is a true test of your character. And having your kids involved in sports is a REAL test of your character. I have always struggled with pushing my kids too hard in sports. I am such a competitor that I want them to have that attitude as well. Anyways, as the story unfolded last night, his team did not play the best game. They had just come off of a tournament where they did really well (won all their games, made it to the championship game which was rained out). But last night was a different story.
They played sloppy, and lazy baseball. In the middle of this non-motivating game, JT made a couple bad plays. I call them bad plays, they should be called 9-year old plays. I was frustrated with him and he knew it. It is very easy to mask my frustration (that's the sophisticated way of saying sin) by saying that I know he can do better. But in reality, all the issue was me last night. It was not in how he played, it was in how I reacted.
After the game, I was convicted of my actions. I sat down with him and had to confess to him my sin and promised him that I would work really hard at being patient and not being upset over a game. I told him that I took it too seriously and my actions were not in line with the gospel of Jesus. I asked for his forgiveness.
Have you ever asked your child for forgiveness? I have done it many times in the past, but even last night I was reminded how humbling it is to ask your child to forgive you. But the more I thought about it afterward, I never want my kids to think that dad is above making things right. I never want them to think that I have arrived to a place that I do not need the cross and the gospel in my life. I never want them to think that I am too proud to confess and repent of my sins. I want them to be clear that daddy is a sinner and needs Jesus just as much as he does.
Here is the question you might need to wrestle with: why wouldn't you ask your child for forgiveness?