…walk a mile…

I wish that I could count the number of times that I have had to ask for forgiveness. I phrase it this way because I know in truth, that there has been so many times that I have lost count. There has been moments to where I know I have been difficult to Love, let alone forgive. I have had face situations knowing that I may have to accept someone walking away from me. Why? Because the challenge to forget what was in need of mercy may have been too steep a hill to climb. Forward progression although in the hands of the one who can give grace, the inability of it not being provided is a direct consequence of the offender.