Life's Altering Moments

                              The Art of Forgiveness                                                                                                                                             Love keeps no record of wrongs, or does it? What if the pain of the wrong iis so deep that your love gets lost in your pain? What if an uncontrollable fire starts from your mouth condemning the person who committed the wrong? What if your mind races with how can I get revenge for this wrong? The art of forgiveness is love; love is a choice and act of the will. Love will destroy e...

The loss of a father leaves a gaping hole in your heart. The imprint of my father's face is on my mind but I don't see him. Where are you daddy, are we playing hide and seek again. I'm only four can't you tell me where you are, I'm fifteen now where are you I have been waiting for your return, I'm all grown up now father I'm tired of looking, the imprint of you has faded and the hole you left I long for it to be filled. So one gloomy cool  day as I looked up at the gray  sky I felt a warm loving touch and I heard a still small voice say I'm here I've always been here, your Heavenly Father  was there before you lost your father and I am here now, the search is over the hole is filled just know your heavenly father will always be near. Written by Lynn