Is Forgiveness Just for Us?

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Is forgiveness just for our heart, but not the receiver’s heart? Shouldn’t forgiveness be brimmed with “love creamer” that stirs the other person’s spirit with God?

We are called to bestow grace. Shouldn’t that include a mug that steams with mercy?

When you forgive, what is your ulterior motive? Is that motive served with “selfish sugar” or motivated by God’s love?

I’ve read the notion, “Forgiveness is for you...for your sake?” But, should it just be for you? Yes, the act releases you from anger, bitterness, and resentment, but shouldn’t another cup be filled?

When God forgives us, He does not withhold any extra “love whips” or “comfort cream”. He extends the handle of His cup with tenderness.

God does not forgive just for His pleasing, but to render a mug rimmed with grace. That grace then covers our hearts with dignity.

As we hand the cup of forgiveness to our debtor, make sure your mug is truly handled with sincerity like God’s.

When you forgive are you?

soft hearted
Compassionate
Peaceful
Sincere

If you met your “forgivee” in a cafe, would you bless them with a cup full of gentleness or slam a cup down with an attitude of resentment?

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