forgive

        I have learned to forgive, not only to just forgive but what comes from being able to do so. There’s a gift, a magical accomplishment, and a level of maturity grown in the midst of being able to forgive. Those who have wronged you, hurt you, or savagely took a good part of which you were, or on your way to become, has to be forgiven. You do not want that person or people holding your life in the palm of their hands. This is possible if you do this, if you hold on to the anger and resentment. It will only hinder you from a life of goodness, happiness, and deserving favor. For as it is said in the prayer, “forgive us for our debts”. Let go of the debt in which you feel people owe you, rather if it’s an apology or an act of forgiveness, for they don’t owe you anything, it is all dependent on God to heal u, and release you from that place of antipathy. To try and hold on to that memory of hurt, or remember to have anger toward those who deliberately act in a manner or say things in which they get gratification in making you suffer, hurt your feelings, or to be rude, have outside unpleasantries in their own life. They are blind in the actions of what they do, and say to others. You have to first be grateful you are not them, let alone be going through what they are passing in. You are on sacred ground, where mercy endures over you, as they are passed on by wicked forces and actions that persuade them. You being angered toward them, do not affect them, but ignites them…

BUT!

To be able to pray for people, who wrong you, helps that person to look pass the wrath in which they may have toward you, and on to a level of looking in the mirror that reflects the immorality within them, and then they journey of redemption and forgiveness begins.

     What a wonderful weekend! God is truly amazing. Time spent with family celebrating my big sisters birthday with the children running through mom’s yard, and the men watch football, while the women laughed, danced, and danced some more on the front porch. The breeze blowing, and whistling through the trees, whiles the last of the leaves of autumn flow to the ground without a sound or interruption in the changing of seasons. As I watch my family laugh, tell funny jokes, tease each other, and reminisce about the times when we were children, is like meditation of calmness to my soul.