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Imprisoned by Unforgiveness There was a time in my life when I lived behind the bars of unforgiveness. These bars were made from all the grudges I held against my dad and I shared my cell with bitterness, anger, resentment and spite. It was not a very happy time in my life, but I will…

Cleaning Up During my early teen years, I lived with my grandma for a short stint of about six months. Unlike Mom, Grandma was an excellent cook. Her butterscotch cream pie was rich, creamy and smooth. Her jello salads were never runny and though I did not like sauerkraut, when she served pork roast with…

Practice From about the time our second born son was six until he was nearly eighteen, he took piano lessons. As a beginner, the music he played was simple, but as the years went on, the music became more complex and complicated.  But, no matter how uncomplicated or complicated the piece of music his piano…

Benefits When I facilitate my emotional Healing Through Forgiveness © workshops, I count it a privilege. At the beginning of each workshop, I share my story. The participants hear about my anger, my bitterness and my old grudges. They listen as I tell them about my arduous journey to forgiving. As they hear my story,…