being a dad

This morning as I was sitting at my computer, my son got into his normal amount of mischief. He used the slightly open drawers of my dresser to climb up to reach the top of my wife's and to consequently reach one of her containers of beads. As I moved toward him to get the beads away, he instantly dumped the hundreds of tiny beads all over the floor. That is his normal reaction when we go to take something away from him. Can any other parent relate? So I began to pick up some of the pieces. Isn't that like our heavenly dad? Always picking up the pieces to the messes we make in life. I'm just glad He responds with much more patience and grace. Note: my wife actually did most of the work picking up the tiny beads.