Mirrors

The other day, my kindergartner remarked with a smirk: “Mom, there’s a boy in my class who calls our friend ‘Johna-sin.‘  That’s funny, isn’t it?”

“Well, how do you say it?” I wondered.

“Johna-fin,”  was his confident reply.

I think there is something deep and deeply human going on here. Specks and logs[i] come to mind.

It’s cute in a six-year-old.

May I offer grace to those whom I encounter,
knowing that others can see my blind spots.

[i] See Matthew 7:1-6.