The first 6 or so times I watched it, I broke down as well. Now, my eyes water or my chest does that stutter I child does when the calm down from crying and I involuntarily do these things with humble appreciation.
Even as I write about being "humbled," I fear that some will think I toss this word out flipantly or with some hidden pride.
When I think about the price God's son paid for my sins, when I think of the innumerable times I have willfully chosen to disobey God, even in the simplest matter, I desire to prostrate myself or lay face down on the ground and cry to God in appreciation that I was once blind but now I see. The price paid for me to be forgiven could never be measured and can never be repaid, so I serve Him in appreciation for what I don't deserve.
So, when I think about losing my house, think about my children living under another man's roof, think about the pain X's choices have caused me, my parents and my kids such pain, I pause and reflect on me decision to accept God's free gift of forgiveness, through His son. Then I wonder, previously using other words but now happily asking,
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How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
this kind of love and forgiveness helps me to deal with the resentment that seeks to rise towards my X.
It is a wonderful life...
Signed,
George "C2H" Bailey
Committed2Him- "C2H" All Things (Back from Spain!)...18
