The Day I Peed Myself (and Felt Covered by Grace)

The Day I Peed Myself (and Felt Covered by Grace)

Yes, that’s the title. Stay with me—it gets holy.

Years ago, I went to hang out with a friend who lived over an hour away. She didn’t exactly have her own place—she was caring for an older couple and couldn’t invite me inside. No big deal. I understood the situation.

The only problem was… I had to pee.
Like, really had to pee.
But I didn’t say anything.

I figured we’d go for a walk, and I’d find a restroom somewhere along the way. What I didn’t realize was that we were in a residential area completely surrounded by houses. The nearest public restroom was at the Rose Bowl… a solid 40-minute walk away.

So we started walking.
She was relaxed, talking, enjoying the day.
I was quietly panicking.

Finally, when we were in view of the Rose Bowl, I admitted, “Hey—I really need to pee. Can we go that way and find a restroom?”

She was like, “Of course! Let’s go!”

But... we didn’t make it.

Before we even reached the area, I completely peed myself.
Right there, in my late twenties, standing on a sidewalk.

I was mortified.

She turned to look at me, completely shocked. “I had no idea you needed to go that bad! Why didn’t you say something?”

I just said, “Well… too late. The damage is done.”

Without missing a beat, she kicked into protector mode.
She ran all the way back to where she was staying, grabbed her car, a towel, and came back for me.
She drove me straight to a Marshalls, bought me a new set of clothes, and waited while I cleaned up and changed.

And you know what amazed me?
She never made me feel dumb.
She didn’t laugh.
She didn’t shame me.
She didn’t make it a story to tell later.
She just covered me. Literally—and emotionally.

She never brought it up again. Not because we were pretending it didn’t happen, but because she wanted to protect me from unnecessary embarrassment. And I was honestly so moved by how she handled the whole thing.

It reminded me of how God covers us.

Because sometimes life is like that. You hold it together as long as you can, but eventually, you break.
And when the worst happens—when shame floods in and you feel exposed and small—God doesn’t shame you.
He covers you.
He runs to you.
He brings new clothes.
He waits while you clean up.
He reminds you, this moment isn’t the end of your dignity.

That’s what love does.
It doesn’t laugh.
It doesn’t point.
It covers.

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” —1 Peter 4:8

Sometimes that “multitude of sins” looks like failure.
Sometimes it looks like regret.
And sometimes… it just looks like a grown woman peeing herself on a sidewalk.

And still, love says, “You’re not too far gone. Let me help.”