Forgive.
Forgive, her.
She knew not what she do or did half the time.
Forgive, her.
She did her best.
The best she could.
At the time.
What else could you have asked from her?
What else could she have given you?
How long will you hold it against her that she did not meet your expectations?
Heck, how can you expect her to have known better when YOU did not know?
Let her off the hook.
Okay?
Okay, so she didn’t do this, that and the other thing because she was afraid. Why can’t you cut her some slack?
She did the best she could do with what she had.
If God forgave her. And, that a long, long, long time ago…
Why are YOU still holding her lack of progress over her head?
God knows where she is.
God knows where you are.
Leave it!
Leave her be.
Move on, with your life.
You can NOT keep blaming her for where you are now.
Move!
It is enough.
Life is too short to keep getting on her case because she gave to everyone and everything but herself. How about extending her the same love and grace you give everyone and everything else?
Forgive, her.
She forgave you a long time ago.
I will.
I do.
I’ll try.
*Cassandra turned from the mirror, turned out the bathroom light and went in search of jello. It was going to be a long night…*
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