Peter must have dreaded this moment. Three times he had said he did not know Jesus. Now he was sitting by a fire with him again. Jesus could have asked why. He could have reminded him of the boasting at the Last Supper. Instead he asks a single question, three times: do you love me?
The third time hurts. Peter knows what Jesus is doing, and he answers with everything he has left: Lord, you know everything. You know I love you. Each answer is met not with forgiveness in words but with a job. Feed my lambs. Look after my sheep. The failed disciple is trusted with the flock.
When someone we love has let us down, it is hard not to make them explain. Jesus shows another way: ask about love, and then hand them something to do. Being trusted again heals in a way that words alone cannot. And for all of us, after every failure, the last word is the same: follow me.