It wasn’t
for several days that I decided to confessed.
It was so hard; I knew my parents would be so disappointed in me. But I had to get rid of that pain that seemed to worsen hour by hour. I really
didn’t understand repentance at that young age, I just had hope that I could
feel better again. And I did. A feeling
of peace covered my entire body. It was
a great lesson I learned. My parents
forgave me and the emotions I had stored up in those few days dissipated.
Fast forward many years, I still made mistakes but from that first experience I learned
to recognize my dependence on the Holy Ghost and when the guilt begins, I need to repent immediately. The longer I put it off the more miserable
I am.
As painful as that lesson was at that tender age I will always be grateful, for I was rescued from a lifetime of feeling
unworthy. Repentance is powerful! It works over and over again.
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