Trying to Forgive

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Glenna is finding it difficult to move on with life after her mom kills murders her sisters and attempts to kill her. Glenna moves in with her very religious aunt and cousins but she is having trouble trying to understand why God would allow such a terrible thing to happen to her family.

Submitted: October 27, 2014

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Chapter 1


“Would you come here, Glenna?” my mom asked.

It was nice to see my mom up today. She has not really been herself lately. She keeps to herself a lot and does not really do much. It has been nice to see my mom up and about today keeping busy.

I found my mom waiting for me in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We need to go out to the garage for a minute,” she said.

I followed my mom out to the garage. She slammed the door shut behind us. That is when I realized that something was wrong. The car was running but no doors were open. I could see a shape in the dark that looked like my sister Amber.

“Mom, what is going on?” I asked.

My mom was sitting in the corner and did not answer me.

I knew we would die if we did not get out of this garage. I immediately tried the door but it would not open. My mom had changed the door knob so that it locked from the outside.

I tried to kick the door but all that caused was a lot of pain in my leg.

Next, I tried to push the garage door opener but that did nothing.

I was really starting to panic. I felt like my brain was going foggy because I could not think of anyway out of the garage.

Finally, one last idea came to me. I would take the car and attempt to drive through the garage.

I got into the car and stepped on the gas really hard. It worked! I went through the wooden side of the garage and now was outside.

My brain still felt foggy and I was not able to stop the car from hitting the tree. And that is when everything went black.


Chapter 2


“She is going to be so devastated,” a voice said. They sounded like they were miles away.

“Hopefully she can shed some light on the situation because I am quite confused,” another voice said.

I was not sure exactly where I was. I could tell I was lying on a bed. I wanted to open my eyes but they felt like they weighed a ton.

“What are we going to tell her when she wakes?” the first voice asked.

“The truth,” a new voice said.

My curiosity got the better of me and I slowly opened my eyes. It looked like I was in the hospital. My aunt Jessica, my uncle Robert, and a doctor surrounded the bed.

“How are you feeling, Glenna?” Aunt Jessica asked.

“What happened?” I asked.

“We were hoping you could do some explaining. We are not sure what happened,” Uncle Robert said.

Suddenly, it was coming back to me. My mom had tried to kill me.

“Where’s my mom? Where’s my sister?”

“They did not make it, Glenna. I am so sorry.”

Tears streamed down my face. “What happened?” I asked again.

“Why don’t you start by telling what you know and then we will fill in the gaps?”

“I thought my mom was doing better,” I said, tears still falling. “I mean, she was out of bed and she was doing things. I had no idea that what she was doing was preparing to kill us.” I paused as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Yeah, my mom had been sick but I did not realize she was sick enough to kill both her and my sister and me.

“Then what happened?” Uncle Robert asked.

“My mom called me and said we needed to go out to the garage. When we got out there, I discovered the car running and my sister off in the shadows. There was absolutely no way out. I could not open the door or the garage door. I hurt my leg trying to get the door open.”

“You did break your leg,” the doctor said.

“When I finally realized I was running out of options, I got in the car and drove through the garage. The only thing I remember after that is hitting a tree.”

“A neighbor heard the noise and came to investigate. She found you first and called the ambulance. Then, she found your mom and sister in the garage. She was not sure what happened.”

“How could this have happened? My mom killed my sister! My mom tried to kill me!”

“I do not think we will ever be able to fully explain this, Glenna.”

“What is going to happen?” I asked.

“As soon as you are released from the hospital, you will come to stay with us. Hopefully in time, you will be able to move on from what happened.”

“I am never going to be able to move on. My mom is a murderer. I want to seek revenge but I cannot because she is dead.”

“Let’s try to think about something else, Glenna.”

“What do you suggest?” I asked angrily.

Both my aunt and uncle appeared to be at a loss.


Chapter 3


A few days later, I was released from the hospital and sent home with my aunt and uncle.

“So when is the funeral?” I asked.

“Um, there is not going to be one,” Aunt Jessica said.

“Why not?”

“Well, we were not sure how we should do a funeral for both your mom and sister so we decided it would be easier to not have one at all.”

“So I am not going to get the opportunity to say goodbye to my sister?” I asked angrily.

“A funeral is not the only way to say goodbye, Glenna. We have decided that we will try to set up a memorial fund to put something up at your school.”

“Why, so I will be reminded of how my mom killed my sister every day that I go to school?”

“It is just a suggestion, Glenna. We can do something else.”

“It does not matter,” I said tearfully. We had arrived at the house and I quickly jumped out.

“There is something you need to know,” Uncle Robert said as I approached the door.

“What’s that?”

“Your cousins decided to cheer you up and they are throwing you a little surprise party.”

“Not interested,” I said as I pushed open the door and watched as my three cousins jumped out of their hiding places.

I have three cousins. Neveah is sixteen like me. Quinn is fourteen like Amber. Harmony is the youngest at ten.

“Welcome,” Quinn said.

I pushed past her and headed to Neveah’s room. I knew I would be staying in her room. And sure enough, a bed had been added for me. I slammed the door shut and flopped down on my bed and let the tears flow.

“Glenna, please open the door so that we can talk!” Aunt Jessica called.

I ignored her and slid under the blankets. Even though it was only the afternoon, I wanted to go to sleep. Sleep was pleasant as long as the nightmares stayed away because I could forget everything that had happened. I also did not like sleeping because I felt like I was forgetting Amber. Plus, the nightmares were just as bad as reality because I had to relive the horrible memories over and over.


Chapter 4


I do not know how long I have spent in this room. Neveah has not been coming in to sleep at night so I guess Aunt Jessica has been having her sleep in one of her sister’s rooms. Aunt Jessica has been leaving food just inside the room. Sometimes, I have eaten a couple bites. Other times, I just ignore it.

Mostly, I have been thinking. I cannot believe that my mom was capable of murder. What would possess her to take her own kids’ lives? Why would she even want to take her own life? I know she was sick but I did not think it was that bad.

A part of me wishes I had died. If I had died, I would not have to live with the pain of losing Amber. I also would not have to live with the memory of my mom killing my sister and trying to kill me.

Why did I save myself? I wondered. Why don’t you try to kill yourself now?

I do not know why I should even bother to continue living. My life is not worth it. For the rest of my life, I am going to have to deal with this.

I wonder why I survived at all. If God is real, why did He allow this to happen? Why did He save me and not my sister?

Nobody should ever have to experience what I am going through right now. There are very few things in the world that are worse than this.

As the room started to darken, I could see the shadow of Aunt Jessica putting dinner in the room. I was not going to eat anything tonight. I just was not hungry.

Instead, I slid under the blankets and hoped for pleasant dreams for once.


Chapter 5


It was early in the morning when Aunt Jessica knocked on my door and entered the room.

“It is time to come out, Glenna. It is time to go back to school.”

“I am definitely not ready.”

“Glenna, I know it will not be easy. I have given you several days to deal with your feelings. I realize that you probably need more. But I think school will be a good distraction.”

“I cannot go back there. Everyone is going to know what happened.”

The story had made national news. And to a small town, stories like this deserve a lot of gossip.

“I have talked to the school. The students have been told that they are not to talk about what happened.”

“Great, so now you have given me even more unwanted attention.”

“Glenna, you would have gotten attention no matter what. I know it is not going to be easy but you have got to somehow put the past behind you and try to move on with your life.”

“And what exactly does moving on look like?” I asked angrily. “It is not like I can return to my old life. My mom decided to make some drastic changes. She also did some serious damage to me.”

“No one expects you to be the exact same person you were before. But slowly, you are going to need to accept what happened and try to figure out who you are and your place in the world.”

“And I absolutely have to start today?”

“Get dressed. You are going to school today.”

I threw on a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt. I did not know when I had last showered so I doused myself in Neveah’s body spray and then threw my hair up in a messy ponytail.

Aunt Jessica frowned at my appearance but she did not say anything. I guess she thought I was at least making an effort.

“Eat some breakfast,” she said.

“I am not hungry.”

“You have not eaten much lately. I want you to eat this entire banana.” She handed me a sliced banana.

I ate a couple bites before running to the restroom to get sick. I clearly was not ready to eat.

“Well, at least you made an effort,” Aunt Jessica said with a sigh. “Let’s go to school now.”


Chapter 6


As I walked into school, I could feel everyone staring at me.

“It is good to see you back,” Mrs. Dixon, the guidance counselor said as I was walking to my locker. “If you ever need to talk, feel free to stop by my office at anytime.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“You’re back!” my best friend Chelsea said.


“I am here for you, Glenna.”

I slowly entered my locker combination. When I opened the door, a ton of cards fell out.

“Wow, tons of people must really care about you,” Chelsea said.

I am far from popular. I am just an ordinary high school student and just kind of blend in. Or, correction, I used to be a normal student. I am not anymore.

I pushed the cards aside without bothering to pick up the ones that fell on the floor and grabbed my stuff for English.

I went into the classroom and took my seat. There were still several minutes before class began but I did not want to deal with the stares in the hall. I also did not want to deal with the stares in the classroom either so I opened my notebook and started sketching.

I really did not feel like drawing but I did not want people to think they could come up and tell me they were sorry.

I really was not ready for this. Tears were threatening as I was reminded of better days here at this school.

Several minutes later, Mrs. Sheldon began class but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I could not stop thinking about everything that happened. Tears silently fell down my cheeks.

Mrs. Sheldon quietly came up to me. “Why don’t you go to the guidance office?” she suggested.

I slowly got up and walked out of class but I did not go to the office. I went to the restroom and locked myself in the handicap stall. I sat down in the corner and stayed there until the end of the day.


Chapter 7


“How was school today?” Aunt Jessica asked when I got in the car.

I shot her a look.

“The school reported that you just disappeared after first period.”

“Did you honestly expect me to make it through the entire day?”

“I expected at least a few more periods. And I thought you would call me to come home after awhile.”

“Where are we going?” I asked as we passed the house.

“To church.”

“Why?” While my aunt and uncle and cousins have always been very religious, I am not. When I asked my mom why we never went to church several years ago, she said that God played favorites and was really nice to Aunt Jessica but not to her.

I kind of wondered where my mom was right now. Was God really as loving as people said He was? Because if He is, than maybe He felt sorry for my mom since she was very sick and took her to Heaven. But maybe God is really harsh and since my mom killed both Amber and herself, He decided she does not deserve to go to Heaven.

“I thought you would benefit by talking to someone,” Aunt Jessica said.

“Were there no therapists available?” Going to a therapist would be embarrassing but talking to a pastor would be even worse.

“I think you will like Pastor Todd.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I mumbled.

“Come on,” Aunt Jessica said after we had pulled into the church parking lot. She led me inside and introduced me to Pastor Todd. Then, she left, telling me she would be back in an hour.

“So what was your relationship like with God before this incident?” Pastor Todd asked.

“I was not a Christian,” I said. “My mom said that God played favorites.”

“Did you believe that?”

“Well, it did seem like my mom was worse off than other people.”

“So now what is your relationship like with God?”

“I cannot understand why God would make my mom so sick that she would want to kill herself and her daughters. I am so angry at God right now.”

“Are you angry at your mom?”

“Of course. My mom never did act like a normal mother.”

“Someday, you will need to forgive your mom.”

I laughed for the first time since it had all happened. “In case you have forgotten, my mom tried to kill me. I am not going to ever forgive her.”

“Someday, you will need to. If you ever plan on moving on with your life, you will need to let go of your anger and forgive her.”

“Could you ever forgive your mother if she tried to kill you?” Why did Pastor Todd feel like he was qualified to give me advice? Very few people actually understood what I am going through right now.

“I do not think it would be easy. I would probably be very angry at both my mom and God. But eventually, I would realize the importance of forgiving.”

“Why would you forgive someone who did not deserve it?”

“We are all sinners, Glenna. Not one person on this Earth is perfect. According to God, all sins are equal. Only humans think that some sins are worse than others. Because we are all sinners, nobody can go to Heaven.”

“Then why do those crazy Christian people try to tell you how to get to Heaven?”

“Because there is one way to Heaven. God sent His Son Jesus to die for all sins. Jesus is the only person that is perfect. Not one of us deserves this forgiveness. Now, whoever accepts this forgiveness and surrenders their life to Christ will spend eternity in Heaven.”

This was not how I thought Heaven worked.

“So are you saying that if my mom was a Christian, than she could be in Heaven even though she was a murderer?”

Pastor Todd nodded.

I did not think my mom was a Christian because of the comments she had made but you could never know.

“Well, thanks for the talk, but I really need to go.”

“But, Glenna, we have a whole hour. You need Jesus in your life.”

“That is ok. I have had enough today.” I stood up and left the church. I waited by the door until Aunt Jessica showed up.


Chapter 8


“It is time to get up, Glenna,” Uncle Robert said early Sunday morning.

“Why?” I asked with a groan.

“We are going to church.”

“I do not go to church.”

“You do now. Now, get up and get dressed. We are leaving soon.”

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and the first top I found. I could tell by Aunt Jessica’s expression that she was not pleased with what I was wearing but she did not say anything.

After we arrived at the church, I slumped down in my seat until I was forced to stand up for music. When the music was finally over, I sat back down with the hope of maybe falling asleep.

“Forgiving people can be hard,” Pastor Todd said. “God tells us that we must forgive others, even if we think they do not deserve it. Forgiveness is not easy. Often, forgiveness involves time, effort, and prayer. But God gave us forgiveness through the death of His Son, Jesus. It is time that we did the same for others.

“If we do not forgive someone in our life, than God will not forgive us. As it says in Matthew 6:14-15, For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

“Peter asked Jesus how many times he should forgive his neighbor. Peter thought that seven times was enough. If God only forgave seven of our sins, we would all be in trouble. But Jesus told him to forgive not seven times, but seventy times seven.

“Not one of us deserves the forgiveness God gave for all sins. Often, we feel the same way about what other people do to us. But since God gave us something we do not deserve, it is time for us to return the favor. As Marie T. Freeman once said, How often should you forgive the other person? Only as many times as you want God to forgive you!

“If you are ready to accept the forgiveness given through the death of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord, I invite you to come forward at this time. Remember, Jesus is the only way to Heaven.”

We sang another song and then someone did come forward. They said they were ready to accept Jesus’ forgiveness and join God’s family. Then, the pastor dunked them under a tub of water and said that the person’s sins were symbolically washed away through baptism.

I knew that would never be me. I could never forgive my mom for what she did. To me, murder was the ultimate sin and could never be forgiven. I do not know how Pastor Todd could think that all sins could be easily forgiven through prayer and time. I knew I would be angry at my mom for the rest of my life.



Chapter 9


As the days went on, I slowly started going to more and more classes until I eventually was going to all of them. It did not mean that I was moving on with my life. It meant that the school thought I should be doing better and was watching me like a hawk to make sure I was getting to all my classes.

It really was a waste of time to even go to school. I was not able to focus. I was not doing my homework or studying for tests so my grades were not in good shape. Really, I was just taking up space.

And one day, I just snapped.

“Do you think you are going to make it to the meeting tonight?” Katie asked me before class.

“What meeting?” I asked.

“Student government.”

I am class secretary. Meetings are always on Tuesdays after school. I have not been to a meeting since before my family died (that is how I decided to describe the incident).

“I am sorry,” I said sarcastically. “I am sorry if my mom trying to kill me and my sister is not enough of an excuse to miss a meeting.”

Everyone in the room went silent. They had never heard me mention what had happened before.

“I am sorry that I am not a good class secretary because I have personal issues to deal with!” I said to the entire room.

“Glenna, if you are unable to attend, it is ok,” Katie said.

“And when I do not show up, you can all talk about how you think it has been long enough and that it is time to move on with my life!”

“Glenna, I am not saying that. All I wanted to know is whether we could expect you at the meeting.”

“What is going on in here?” Mrs. Sheldon entered the room and we could all tell she was not pleased. “I could hear you all the way down the hall, Glenna. What in the world is going on?”

“I do not want to talk about it,” I mumbled. I had said what I wanted to say.

“Why don’t you go see the guidance counselor?” Mrs. Sheldon said wearily.

I knew she did not expect me to talk about my feelings with Mrs. Dixon. She just did not want to deal with me the whole period.

I grabbed my stuff and left the room. I could tell it was going to be a long day.


Chapter 10


After school that day, I had a doctor appointment. Aunt Jessica had something going on and was unable to take me so I was supposed to walk the short distance to my appointment and Aunt Jessica would pick me up later.

“So how are you feeling?” Dr. Cooper asked me.

“I feel like someone who almost died because their mother tried to murder them,” I said sarcastically.

“Are you seeing anyone to talk about what happened?”

“Just the pastor at my aunt’s church.”

“Is that not helping?”

“What do you think? It is not like Pastor Todd understands what it is like to almost die at the hands of your mother!” I was yelling at this point.

“Just calm down, Glenna. Everything is going to be all right; in time.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I mumbled.

“How is your leg doing?”

I could tell Dr. Cooper wanted to change the subject.

To be honest, I had not given much thought to my broken leg. The crutches I was forced to use were so far from my mind because my thoughts were consumed by my mom.

“It is fine,” I said.

“How about the rest of you?”

“I feel fine,” I said firmly. “It is only my heart that hurts. Unfortunately, the only cure for this is to change the past.”

“I am going to talk to your aunt about possibly having you talk to a therapist.”

“That will not be necessary. I am always going to be angry at my mom.”

“Time is the best medicine, Glenna. Time will heal all wounds.”

“This is not your average wound though.”

“I know that. It will just take more time.”

“You are certainly getting your hopes up high,” I said to myself.


Chapter 11


Aunt Jessica came to my room after dinner (I had mostly played with it).

“Do you have a minute, Glenna?” she asked.

Like I had a choice?

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, the school called and said that you were yelling at students today. The doctor also said you were yelling at him.”

“I am sorry for trying to deal with the horrible events in my life!” I yelled.

“Glenna, you have been through a lot lately. I get that. But it does no good to yell at innocent people. They are not responsible for what your mom did.”

“I am not sorry for how I acted,” I said. “Nobody will leave me alone. That is all I am asking.”

Aunt Jessica left the room, leaving me alone, just like I wanted. Tears flooded my eyes as I thought about my horrible life.

I hated what my mom had done to me. Because I had survived, my last memory of my mom was her trying to kill me. And now, even though she is gone, she is still controlling my life. Because of her, I was not living my life to the fullest. I was barely making an effort to live. And she was affecting my relationships.

“Someday, you are going to have to forgive your mom,” Pastor Todd had said.

I did not know how I was supposed to ever forgive her. She destroyed my life!

Of course, did my mom really control my future or was I just letting her? Did I really want my mom to ruin my life anymore? Not if I could help it.

“Dear God,” I prayed for the first time in my life. “I do not understand why my mom did what she did. I am very angry at her for what she did to me. But God, I do not want my mom to control my life anymore. I want to forget all about what happened to me. The only way that will be possible is if You help me. I need healed, Lord. Amen.”

I felt a bit better after I prayed, I was still angry, but I did not feel like it was consuming my life anymore. I felt like I might actually be able to do some homework tonight.

Maybe there was some truth to what Pastor Todd was talking about. Maybe I needed Jesus in my life.


Chapter 12


When I woke up the next morning, I knew that I wanted Jesus in my life. I would never be able to live my life without the help of God. If I did not have God in my life, it was possible that I would spend the rest of my life angry at the world and consumed with horrible thoughts of my mom. I wanted God to heal me and help me start a new life with Him.

“Lord, I am sorry for the way I have been acting lately. I am sorry for all my sins that I have ever committed. I want to accept the forgiveness Jesus gave for all sins and to live the rest of my life for You. Amen.”

After praying, I felt like a new person. I decided to put on a nice pair of jeans and a top and then went downstairs for breakfast.

“Well, this is certainly a surprise,” Aunt Jessica said when she saw me. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I am no longer going to let my mom control my life. As difficult as it is, I am going to let go of my anger towards my mom and forgive her for what she did. Yeah, she probably does not deserve it, but she was sick.”

“That is really great, Glenna! I am so proud of you!” Aunt Jessica hugged me tight.

“It was not an easy decision, but I feel like God was telling to do it. After all, God forgave all my sins even though I did not deserve it. My mom deserves the same.”

“I really like this side of you, Glenna. I really have missed you.”

“Oh, the old Glenna is not back. This is a new and improved Glenna. She now has God on her side.”

“That is the best way to live your life.”

“I agree. But there is one thing I still need to do.”

“And what is that?”

“I am ready to be baptized.”

“That can be quickly arranged. Your cast will be coming off your leg in a couple days so it will be perfect.”

“Thanks, Aunt Jessica, for being so kind to me and letting me stay with you. I know I have not been the easiest person to live with recently.”

“That is ok, Glenna. I forgive your behavior. No, these last few weeks have not been easy, but I have had God on my side too, giving me patience.”

“What would we do without Him?” I asked.

“And what are you going to do for Him, now that you are a Christian?”

“God knows. He will tell me in time. And right now, I need to get to school and apologize to my classmates.”

“Good luck, Glenna.”



Chapter 13


“Do you mind if I say something at the beginning of class?” I asked Mrs. Sheldon when I arrived at school.

Mrs. Sheldon looked at me skeptically. “What is it that you want to say?” she asked.

I told her about what I had thought about last night and how I wanted to apologize for everything that I had said.

“I am a new person, Mrs. Sheldon. I am a Christian now. I have God on my side.”

“I guess that will be fine, Glenna. Please keep it short though.”

“I promise.”

As my classmates slowly walked in, they avoided my gaze and settled down to talk to each other. I could see it was going to take awhile for them to let go of their anger towards me.

After the bell rang, Mrs. Sheldon came forward and addressed the class.

“Before we begin, Glenna would like to say a few words. Please give her your full attention.”

I could hear a couple students groan. Many of them began whispering to each other.

I walked to the front of the room and stared out at my class. I took a deep breath and began.

“A couple weeks ago, my mom locked my sister Amber in the garage while the car was running and then went to get me. Then, she locked both her and me inside. Amber and my mom both died but I managed to escape before it was too late.

“Afterwards, I had trouble understanding what had happened. What would possess my mother to take both her life as well as the lives of her daughters?

“In my confusion, I took out my feelings on innocent people. That was very wrong of me. I am very sorry for hurting anyone. I am now a new Glenna. I am not going to let my mom control my life anymore. She does not deserve that.”

Katie began clapping and soon, the rest of the class joined in. I knew they had decided to forgive me even though I did not deserve it.


Chapter 14


On Sunday, I actually went to church willingly. I looked forward to hearing what Pastor Todd had to say. I also looked forward to being baptized.

After a sermon about joy, Pastor Todd invited anyone that was ready to experience true joy in their life by welcoming Jesus into their life to come forward.

Neveah, Quinn, Harmony, Aunt Jessica, and Uncle Robert all gave me encouraging smiles before I went up front.

“Today, we are welcoming Glenna to the family,” Pastor Todd said. “She has a truly unbelievable story and I am going to let her tell what happened.”

This was the first time I would be telling the entire story. I did not even tell my class all the details. I only hoped I did not cry. I took a deep breath and began.

“Several weeks ago, my mom was up and about the house, staying busy. This made me happy because she had been sick and it was good to see her out of bed.

“My mom called me to help her in the garage. When we got out there, she quickly shut the door behind us. The car was running and I could see my sister unconscious. I tried to get out but the door was locked and I got hurt trying to break the door down. I finally took the car and drove through the garage wall.

“I awoke in the hospital to find both my sister and mom were dead. I had a difficult time understanding what had happened. My mom had tried to kill me. She had succeeded in taking both her life as well as my sister’s.

“I became impossible to be around. I was very angry at my mom and God.

“One day, I had had enough. I was tired of my mom controlling my life. I wanted to forget about her and move on with my life. And in order to do that, I had to forgive my mom. It was not easy, but what Jesus did to forgive my sins was much harder.

“That is why I am now ready to accept Jesus’ forgiveness and live my life for Him.”

Everyone stood and applauded after I finished my story.

Pastor Todd and I went to change into shorts and t-shirts. Then, we went down a couple steps into the tub of water at the front of the church. Pastor Todd dunked me completely under.

When I emerged, I gave Pastor Todd a big hug. My family came up front and hugged me. Everyone else stood and applauded again.

I could not be happier. I had no idea what God had planned for me but I did not care. God had forgiven my sins and saved my life from my mom. He knew what He was doing. All I needed to do was trust Him.

And for now, I knew I needed to tell people how Jesus died for all sins. All they needed to do was accept this forgiveness.



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