Is Denying God Unforgivable Novels & Stories

There I stood, my eyes lost, begging for forgiveness from life, from my son, from Lynda, for I don't know how long. "Forgive me son, please forgive me," I repeated like a mantra. I longed so much to go insane, maybe the pain would be less, in that moment I realized a terrible truth, if I looked at the facts as a bystander, I had no forgiveness. "I have no forgiveness! I have no forgiveness!" I repeated, unable to contain this soul-shattering anguish. "I am damned! Condemned!" Yes, condemned to have had true love, to have waited for the fruit of our love, and as punishment for that love, not to desire me in his life, and that even dead I did not deserve to see my son, if there is a life beyon

"I'm sorry Liv. I know I broke your heart. I know I shouldn't have moved here. I have messed up so many times. But I am here to work. I needed to get a better job so that I could take care of my daughter." He said that last part and looked at me like he was waiting for me to react in some type of way. "Don't look too disappointed JP. I already know about McKayla. Maggie made sure to reach out to me. She said she was only reaching out to me to apologize for everything, but she let me know about McKayla and even sent me a picture of her. JP, I don't know what you want from me. I struggled to pull myself together the first year after you broke me. I was stupid and fell for you. You can apologiz

"But-" "But nothing. Why do you feel so entitled to look at someone whose situation you know nothing about, and wish them something as unfortunate as hell? God doesn't care about your sins, Zara, God cares about your repentance. God is the most forgiving, and God does not judge because He knows His creations makes mistakes, but as long as they find their way back to Him, that is all that matters. I don't want to hear you dooming anyone else to hell and I don't want you entertaining anyone dooming you to hell, got it?" he didn't wait for me to respond, "now, I think I should run you a hot bath with some rose petals and scented candles and have you relax after all of this."

“My family wouldn’t have lost everything if it weren’t for him, nor would my father have died from the stress from it all, nor would I have ever experienced everything that happened to me next. I don’t ever want to see him again. However, all things considered, the only humane thing he ever did was allow me to find someone who gave me hope in the darkness. Before my father’s death, we were in urgent need of money for his surgery. I was in a terrible state when I suddenly received a donation. The man who saved me from my despair was Jackson West. Now that I think of it, I believe that our fate was set in stone from that day. It’s just unfortunate that Jackson and I couldn’t end up together.”

“I care about you too. I'm also sorry for causing it.” “God, what are we even doing? I'm so glad you're back. I missed you so much, so much. I won't approve any more travelling.” “Fine by me.” “So, you've forgiven Daddy? Yes?” I rolled my eyes, my cheeks heating, my ears red. “I'm in no mood for that, Dane. You know it.” All I do is lie to myself and live in denial. Of course he didn't believe me. “Sure, get in the damn car, let's see about that.”

"You've spent three years atoning, three years serving and praying and trying to be better. At what point does the punishment end? At what point are you allowed to forgive yourself?" "Never." He pulled away from me completely, putting distance between us that felt like miles. "That's the answer, never. I don't get to forgive myself because what I did is unforgivable." "So what, you're just going to suffer forever? Deny yourself any connection or joy or love because you think that's what you deserve?" Anger mixed with heartbreak in my voice. "That's not redemption, Damien. That's just another kind of prison." "Maybe that's what I need." He wouldn't look at me now, just stared at the floor bet

Justice is served. But the singular beings were not convinced. Were not satisfied. Were not ready to forgive. Solitude spoke for them. "They committed unforgivable crime. Created permanent torture. Made irreversible suffering. How can that be forgiven? How can that be released? How can that be acceptable? They forced merger. They violated consent. They created hell. That is unforgivable. That is irredeemable. That is eternal crime deserving eternal punishment. We cannot forgive. Cannot release. Cannot accept. They must serve forever. Must suffer forever. Must pay forever. That is justice. That is appropriate. That is what they deserve. Forever."

I shook my head wildly, tears streaming down my face, my voice raspy. "That's enough!" Trevor interrupted, his voice sharp with irritation. He turned to the officers, his tone unnervingly steady. "My wife's been really struggling since we lost our son." He paused for a beat before adding, "As a family member of the deceased, can I write a forgiveness letter?" His words sent a chill down my spine. "What?" I stared at him, eyes wide like I'd just been hit with a jolt. My mind went blank. The officers seemed just as shocked.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” A pause. His voice, low, calm. “Go on, my child.” My heart thudded. My palms were sweaty. “I’ve been… struggling.” My voice cracked. “With thoughts.” “Thoughts?” he repeated, steady. “Yes. Lustful thoughts.” Silence. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I—I touched myself. Last night. And before. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s a sin. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to. I swear I tried to pray it away. I fasted. I begged God to take it from me. But it keeps coming back.”

“I meant that I’m sorry if I caused more harm than good to have your grandmother come. I should’ve told you, but I knew you would resist any type of help.” Ethan finished walking the rest of the way into the house. “You’re right, I would have, but thank you for what you did. I, um, can you forgive me. I didn’t mean anything that I said. I was an ass and acting like a dick…I’m sorry.”