I remember my mother coming over to me and smiling, almost laughing and asking me what happened to my diaper as she surveyed the scene of me standing there with a fresh diaper squeezed together between my legs, but hanging to the ground with no pin and poop all over my backside. I shrugged my shoulders as if it was a great mystery, but I am sure she found it eventually. She didn't punish me or scold me probably because she was so amused, and I realized that neither was I able to hide anything from her nor was I able to cover it up.
I received Grace from my mother even though I had made a mess and tried to cover it up. Grace is not a license to sin or a hiding away of sin or even a mere forgiveness of my sinfulness. Grace is not just a cover up, acting as if the incident didn't happen. Grace actually completely eradicates sinfulness itself. ( Rom. 6, Gal. 2:20) Grace, ignores my futile attempt to cover up my sin and wipes my butt clean, because I can't reach it. I wasn't designed to and neither God nor my mom expected me to change my own diaper. Grace is not a freedom to sin, its a freedom from sin. Even though I could not have verbalized or conceptualized it in my Toddler mind back then, I was exposed to a truth that God's Spirit highlights to me on a regular basis. I cannot eliminate sin in my life by my own effort. The adamic nature will always eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, (self righteousness) instead of the tree of life and then cover up with a fig leaf. The adamic nature will always try to hide the diaper under the couch and cover up the dirty butt with a new diaper, but the butt is still dirty.