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I love my children. That will never change. I have prayed to them for forgiveness and hope that they will read more
I love my children. That will never change. I have prayed to them for forgiveness and hope that they will forgive me. I never meant to hurt them!!
To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was YOU. -Unknown.
To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was YOU. -Unknown.
To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.
To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.
He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; read more
He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for everyone has need to be forgiven.
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the read more
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.
Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles,a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your read more
Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles,a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive.
[Lat., Humanum amare est, humanum autem ignoscere est.]
To love is human, it is also human to forgive.
[Lat., Humanum amare est, humanum autem ignoscere est.]
The secret of forgiving everything is to understand nothing.
The secret of forgiving everything is to understand nothing.
What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough read more
What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?
