"Will you watch me, Mom?"
"Yes!" I say. "I cannot wait to watch you!"
"But don't watch me," she says carefully. "It's too much pressure." She pauses. "But can you watch me? I mean watch me, but don't watch me."
I nod in understanding.
I will watch her with all my delight, celebration, encouragement, and cherishing. But I will not watch with pressure, criticism, judgment, or anger.
I will watch and not watch her.
As she giggles and says "watch me but don't watch me," I know that's how God sees us both. All anger and judgment were poured out and absorbed by Christ, so God--who carefully observes, carefully watches--sees us through the lens of cherishing and delighting.
He watches me, but He doesn't watch me. Children know exactly what this means.