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Forgiveness Is Key
I forgive you!
I could hate you a hundred million times over, and quite frankly be totally justified in doing so.
But I forgive you.
I was searching for the purpose of me when you conveniently stepped in to mock me, to drag me through the mud, to slander me, to destroy my courage and subdue my faith.
But I forgive you.
I seen a giant hand, he picked me up and placed me in his pocket and softly patted me against his leg, as if to say there there, you are safe now.
I begged him to just keep me there.
I curled up in his warmth and cried like a baby.
But I want you to know, I forgive you.
I'm still in his pocket, I peek out every once in a while to observe if you've learned anything about kindness, or humanity, humbleness or gratitude.
I observe if you have found the keys that lock the barrier to Jacobs ladder, or if you have finally learned we are all only dust of the earth, yet through the love of God, given life to drink from living waters that mix and mold us into malleable useful clay vessels until forged in the fire to toughen us. Like holding a bird but not breaking its wings.And from the inside out, containing hope and love to distribute to those wounded and lost on the battle fields of life, bombarded with ego and pride.
Ideologies...
There is a darkness that consumes man, may you follow the speck that lingers through the crack to learn a man is not a mushroom, he only grows when exposed to the light.
Again, I forgive you.
I send you the olive branch that surpasses all understanding.
I could be your friend at some point, and I would probably even trust you again.
But I no longer rely on my own eyes and heart to be my judge, I trust in God and the pull of his gentle guide of discernment in my heart.
And I will never leave the pocket of love I'm in.
Am I a coward? No, I just realized through all of this war how small and insignificant I am, and how easily we are broken, by even a tongue that holds no weapon, yet holds the greatest hurt to humanity. I also learned that to be forgiven I too have to forgive.
I could hate you a hundred million times over, and quite frankly be totally justified in doing so.
But I forgive you.
I was searching for the purpose of me when you conveniently stepped in to mock me, to drag me through the mud, to slander me, to destroy my courage and subdue my faith.
But I forgive you.
I seen a giant hand, he picked me up and placed me in his pocket and softly patted me against his leg, as if to say there there, you are safe now.
I begged him to just keep me there.
I curled up in his warmth and cried like a baby.
But I want you to know, I forgive you.
I'm still in his pocket, I peek out every once in a while to observe if you've learned anything about kindness, or humanity, humbleness or gratitude.
I observe if you have found the keys that lock the barrier to Jacobs ladder, or if you have finally learned we are all only dust of the earth, yet through the love of God, given life to drink from living waters that mix and mold us into malleable useful clay vessels until forged in the fire to toughen us. Like holding a bird but not breaking its wings.And from the inside out, containing hope and love to distribute to those wounded and lost on the battle fields of life, bombarded with ego and pride.
Ideologies...
There is a darkness that consumes man, may you follow the speck that lingers through the crack to learn a man is not a mushroom, he only grows when exposed to the light.
Again, I forgive you.
I send you the olive branch that surpasses all understanding.
I could be your friend at some point, and I would probably even trust you again.
But I no longer rely on my own eyes and heart to be my judge, I trust in God and the pull of his gentle guide of discernment in my heart.
And I will never leave the pocket of love I'm in.
Am I a coward? No, I just realized through all of this war how small and insignificant I am, and how easily we are broken, by even a tongue that holds no weapon, yet holds the greatest hurt to humanity. I also learned that to be forgiven I too have to forgive.
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