Let’s Talk about Forgiveness

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Let’s talk about forgiveness...

God has set up a beautiful backdrop of loving lavenders and graceful grays like the colorful scene behind me and my husband.

His grace and mercy erases words upon words of instructional forgiveness.

Jesus...just...forgives.

He went to the cross, watercolored with pastel perfection. He did not owe anyone forgiveness, but His love outshined our charcoal “sin-shadows”.

He...just...forgave.

There were no money tags attached to His framed forgiveness.

He has freely given us all an acquitted piece of art to hang in our homes.

Shouldn’t we do the same? Forgive how Jesus has forgiven us?

Don’t delve into a monstrous manual on how to forgive to only forget about the ease of forgiveness.

Don’t stick gouging money stickers onto the penance of a person’s sin, because we all sin.

Let’s all try to forgive how God forgave us...without artful animosity.

Ease your heart...set a peaceful scene of forgiveness upon your easel.

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