I sat back for years crying my heart out not knowing the way to freedom is forgiveness. I never hated the person who murdered my son, It was something that was embedded in my heart, that was heavy, heavier than I could bare. One day I sat in my car, to be specific the day my son was shot, was the day I forgave, the person who murdered my son. It was one of the hardest things I had to do in my life, other than burying my son, my best friend. I forgave a murderer. Tags: forgiveness, grief
I had to forgive the women that killed my mother she was taken from me 6 days befor my 2nd birthday. It took me to get save & no God to say I do forgive the women I may never get to see the women that killed her. But in my heart she is forgiven she took my mother at a young age of 17 I always say I was meant to be here & I thank my mom for having me even if she was so young. To forgive you ca move forward with your life. God bless you my sister for your story.
Sunday, March 8th 2009 at 11:24PM
Vaunya King
I truly understand, when my brother was killed in 2007, I thought I would sincerely lose my mind! Now I find myself praying for those 5 men who killed my precious brother! To God be the Glory! Sista, I am here.
Thursday, March 12th 2009 at 12:03PM
Gwen Coleman
