“You’re in trouble now,” my third grade classmate intoned. I looked at the torn page in my math book, blinking back tears. My worst fears said she was probably right. Our teacher, Mrs. Jackson, had said in no uncertain terms that we would have to pay for any textbooks we damaged in the course of the school year.
I couldn’t bear my guilt. Even though I feared my family could hardly afford the cost of the thick math book, I trudged to the teacher’s desk in the back of the room, my heart pounding.
I had been careless. I knew it. I also knew that if I got in trouble in school, I would get in trouble at home.
But Mrs. Jackson didn’t punish me. Instead, with a six inch piece of tape, she taught me a lesson about grace I have not forgotten.
You can find out how in my published devotion in the Upper Room devotional guide: