I was in the kitchen when the 5-year-old girl came and said: "Mum, I want to whisper something." She did. She told, teary eyed: " Once, when you were reading the Tinker Bell book with big sister in the living room, I took a candy and ate it."
My heart was bursting from an enormous amount of love. This sweet little girl had done something she knew she shouldn't have done, and all of a sudden, in the middle of the play, she decided to come and tell it. I told her how proud I was that she was so brave and courageous to come and tell it. And how I understood that it must have bothered her for quite a long time (some weeks perhaps). There was absolutely no need for even telling her she had done wrong or talk anything about the action itself. I just loved her, and showed it.
I think that's how it's going to be one day when we meet the Saviour, when we're repentant. Just a moment full of love and bonding.