I know for a fact, that I had a merciful mama. I wanted her face to shine down on me. I usually wanted and received her blessings because I wanted to be a good girl. It was my salvation, to know that I was loved, and I was blessed. But I remember what her tight-lipped disappointed-in-me look was also. It was enough for me to want to straighten up right quick like. Our punishment, it usually involved my siblings, was to sit upon separate couches and to put our noses into an issue of "National Geographic" until such time as we were thought to have reformed. In the meanwhile, we were introduced through that magazine of cultures beyond ourselves, those who needed the "salvation among all nations," and to be thankful for what we had.
"'Thy saving health. Thy salvation.' The great work which is performed in God's way in destroying the power, pardoning the guilt, cleansing from the infection, of all sin; and filling the soul with holiness, with the mind that was in Christ. Let all nations, the whole Gentile world, know that way and this salvation." (Adam Clarke)