I’m grateful for…

Forgiveness. Forgiveness is like a server at a restaurant. They serve second helpings, and they refill your cup. There’s warm bread. Good fruit rests in baskets. The meal is always filling, and it never runs out. And no one is gatekeeping it. It’s not exclusive. It’s free.

Forgiveness is a chipped coffee mug epoxied back together, yet it doesn’t forget how it broke. It remembers how it was made whole.

I’m grateful for forgiveness, because it demands accountability, and it expects nothing short of acceptance. Forgiveness is a lighter burden than denial.

Forgiveness is like gratitude, because forgiveness means I recognize and understand why something matters. Why forgiveness isn’t a selective choice. It’s the only key to the future.

It’s the only option for moving on.