Novel & Cerita Is Denying God Unforgivable

I never once thought that we would end up like this. Why does God always take a life when I'm becoming happy? Can't I be happy without someone important to me dying? “I'm sorry, Faith…I'm sorry if we didn't become good parents to you…I'm sorry if we only saw Freya and we turned a blind eye to you. It's because I thought among the two of you, you're the strongest one and Freya is fragile. I'm so sorry, Faith. Please forgive me for everything that I have done, especially for what happened that night.”

What other truths have my preconceived notions hidden from me? I realize that forgiveness isn't merely a gesture of appreciation; it's not about giving a gift to the person being forgiven. Rather, it's a gift to myself—a chance to release the burdens I no longer want to carry. With this understanding, I find the strength to forgive Alejandro for the years of abuse and for using me, Diana, and the baby for his own gain. I forgive Fina for crashing my celebrations in a misguided attempt to humiliate me and belittle Dean. I even manage to forgive Liza and Hugo for putting me in this situation.

Ice asked Alec. “We let Gunther walk. He could go back to his ways extremely easily. We literally let him go. After all his crimes, he could easily say, fuck you and betray his word. His word doesn’t even mean shit to begin with. I wanted to kill Gunther, banish Kara and let Zac go back out there.” “Is there not a way to forgive Kara?” Penny asked. “Surely she could go through some punishment and then be forgiven.”

"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."

“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

So he just let him speak and let out a sigh of resentment. "I tried to become a good son." Vincent's tears began to flow. "But this..." said Vincent looking at the cross before them. "He cares nothing for me. God is not listening to me. He never listens to my prayers. The truth is, he can't forgive as everyone else says. If he has forgiven me, why is it so?" "You know, Vince, what you're going through is all a test you must pass. All you got to do is hold on tight and hold on to God. God loves everybody, including criminals. All you have to do is repent from the heart." said Gayle

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.”