I am considerably lucky person knowing how much I’ve been through and how far I have to go. Beyond the streets where the journey of life takes place, is a mole – a mistake, a sin.
I am not perfect and I will not claim to be one. I have sins, so many in fact that I lost count to what I intentionally do. Never mind those that I have forgotten about. I know that I’m a filthy person.
But I also know this: Jesus had died for me in the cross and his reason behind it was Love. He loved me enough to suffer for the consequences I deserve to take. Regardless of the sins I’ve done before, I know I am forgiven. He loves me and that makes me luckier than a person who refuses to believe.
The feeling of being forgiven is sweet. Sweeter than any…
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