I forgive myself for missing a workout or eating a danish (this morning) or not calling a friend.
I do not excuse myself. I own it. And I move on.
I forgive someone an offense. I do not excuse it. Maybe not forget. But it is forgiven.
I ask forgiveness for a offensive or omission. Maybe I don’t receive it. Maybe eventually. Maybe never. But I turn my heart. Hopefully someday the other can. It is the best I can do.
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