So I told him he could paint all over, just don't scribble the heart. Well, he tried. Kind of. As he was tiring of the project he was none too concerned about the heart. I fought the irritation and figured I could just fix it when we finished.
And then I looked at that flawed heart and realized God had a teachable moment in store for me, too. It was our imperfect hearts that nailed Jesus to the cross in the first place. I did not fix the heart. I prefer this scribbled reminder of His love.
"But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."