We hurt each other.
Not always on purpose.
Sometimes with words we didn’t mean, silences that lasted too long, or love we didn’t know how to show.
We all carry scars—some from others, some we gave.
But if we’re honest… we’ve all fallen short.
We’ve said things we regret.
We’ve let people down.
We’ve prayed for second chances.
So how can we ask for grace and not give it too?
Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting.
It doesn’t mean the pain didn’t matter.
It just means we’re choosing to let love speak louder than hurt.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is whisper, “I forgive you,”
even if your voice trembles.
Even if they never say sorry.
Because forgiving isn’t weakness.
It’s freedom.
It’s healing.
It’s letting go so your heart can finally breathe again.
We’re all just human—learning, growing, breaking, healing.
So please… forgive.
Like you’ve been forgiven.
Like your soul depends on it.
Because maybe, in the end, the greatest kind of strength…
is choosing love anyway.
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