Today I learned a lesson. It was nothing that I read, and it was not in the form of a lecture or sermon. Instead it was in the quiet thoughts of my sister, far wiser than I, yet younger. She has lived through more than most women and has survived. So, this blog is dedicated to Lady Saphyre with great love and a very large serving of humble pie.
Forgiveness. Easy word to spell. Easy word to say. Difficult, though, to give, but nearly impossible to ask, especially when one needs to ask it from someone whom we feel has wronged us. In giving and receiving forgiveness, a priceless gift is exchanged – peace of mind, serenity, and after the remorseful feeling comes a quiet inner strength that is not puffed up with pride because of doing the right thing, but because we did what is required.
Does all this philosophical meandering make sense? The person in question and I may never be in contact again, but in my mind and heart, I know that peace has been made all because of a very quiet thought shared with me by my sister. Thank you, Lady Saphyre.
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You would have thought it for yourself in time.
But thanks for the compliment!
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