In 1982 my family suffered the lost of all our worldly goods. We were on a move across country when our moving van was stolen. It was devastating. Much like a fire, the burglars stole our pictures, baby books, Christmas ornaments, even the pots and pans. I thought it was the worst thing that could ever happen to me until I looked into the face of my children.
As I reassured them of God's provision, I found my faith grow until I reached the point that I could forgive the ones who had perpetrated the crime. As difficult as the following year would be, I know that I was learning the first chapter of what would prove the lesson of a lifetime - the lesson of forgiveness.
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