Forgiveness
Forgiveness. How do you describe a word like this? It is something you can never do enough of. Once upon a time, I was a little girl; and the worst thing a person did to me was cheat in a board game, or make fun of me, or take away the toy I was playing with. Ha, it's funny how when you're a kid you have a perfect, magical view of life. Everything is fun, nobody is mean to each other, responsibilities? You mean cleaning my room? What are bills? Having a job is something you do for fun, not a necessity. Then BAM. Welcome to adulthood! (Actually not, growing up isn't as fun and perfect as it seemed when you were 8 years old; looking up to all the "cool, older people") I had a pretty easy, carefree childhood. I don't have a crazy, tear-jerking story with a huge list of wrongs I need to forgive people of. I just have the story of growing up. Making mistakes, being a part of other people's mistakes, learning by doing, being molded and shaped God. An