“Of course I forgive you, daddy. I will always forgive you for the rest of time.”
I was caught off guard. I didn’t know he knew that phrase “for the rest of time” even existed. I was so struck by the profound and gracious response from this little boy that tears began to flow from my eyes. When he saw the tears he hugged my neck even tighter. He knew it had meant something significant. It was a sacred moment for both of us.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Asking my son for forgiveness. Receiving a hug from God.
Cute story with a deep meaning: J.R. Briggs » Asking my son for forgiveness. Receiving a hug from God. » Attempting to behold the miracle long enough without falling asleep:
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