Forgiveness & New Beginning
Let go of yesterday. Let today be a new beginning and be the best that you can, and you’ll get to where God wants you to be.
Joel Osteen
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Ten years were enough to turn a beautiful house in the countryside into ruins. All this time, the wonderful Victorian house remained closed and that house was the only property we had. It was our precious shelter, our last place to accommodate our dreams.
“We will make it,” Samantha said, but I wasn’t sure about that since the house was empty, cold and, without doubt, we needed a lot of money to fix all the damages.
Samantha glanced at me and smiled. She was trying to be cool, but I was sure that she was looking for my support since nothing was going to be easy. We were not in college anymore and, moreover, Minnesota couldn’t be compared with New York. We had to change everything and, of course, our way of life.
For once more, my wife had decided to stand by my side, ignoring her needs, her dreams, and desires. Although she could leave me to move on with her life and chase her luck to the industry, Samantha chose to follow my plan and kept sharing her life with me, a husband who had gotten used to letting her down.
But I never gave up trying to make her feel proud of me and reassuring her instincts about her choice.
“In your late thirties it’s difficult to make a new beginning,” I thought, but I never confessed my opinion to my wife.
Instead, I got rid of the insecurities and became stubborn again. At the time, Samantha was the personification of motivation along with determination and counted on me, I regarded that I had no right to betray her trust. I ought to make it work and, since we had no other option, I had to strive to change everything.
“Of course we will make it,” I sounded confident and I could still see that she believed in me.
***
In less than three months, we had a new home. Our farm was the best achievement we had ever come across. There were no words to describe the moment I tasted the honey of our bees trough my wife’s lips. I could still remember the taste of perfection and the glow in Samantha’s eyes.
“Are you happy?” Samantha asked.
“What?” I was surprised.
“You were a successful producer and look at us now,” My wife said.
“I am very happy. Are you happy?” I asked and she nodded at me.
I smiled and then Samantha came closer.
My wife leaned on my chest, placed her fingers on my belly, and started making circles on my blue shirt, while I carried on thinking of her question. Yes, I was very happy since the fame, the money and the extremely, sexy nights I had experienced could offer you nothing other but vanity.
We were sitting on the grass, under the shadow of the large pine tree, while the intoxicating smells of the nature fought against the seductive thoughts of the past and were doing their best to make us feel lost in paradise.
When I looked around me, I ran into the zone of the truth and real happiness.…
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Joel Osteen
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Ten years were enough to turn a beautiful house in the countryside into ruins. All this time, the wonderful Victorian house remained closed and that house was the only property we had. It was our precious shelter, our last place to accommodate our dreams.
“We will make it,” Samantha said, but I wasn’t sure about that since the house was empty, cold and, without doubt, we needed a lot of money to fix all the damages.
Samantha glanced at me and smiled. She was trying to be cool, but I was sure that she was looking for my support since nothing was going to be easy. We were not in college anymore and, moreover, Minnesota couldn’t be compared with New York. We had to change everything and, of course, our way of life.
For once more, my wife had decided to stand by my side, ignoring her needs, her dreams, and desires. Although she could leave me to move on with her life and chase her luck to the industry, Samantha chose to follow my plan and kept sharing her life with me, a husband who had gotten used to letting her down.
But I never gave up trying to make her feel proud of me and reassuring her instincts about her choice.
“In your late thirties it’s difficult to make a new beginning,” I thought, but I never confessed my opinion to my wife.
Instead, I got rid of the insecurities and became stubborn again. At the time, Samantha was the personification of motivation along with determination and counted on me, I regarded that I had no right to betray her trust. I ought to make it work and, since we had no other option, I had to strive to change everything.
“Of course we will make it,” I sounded confident and I could still see that she believed in me.
***
In less than three months, we had a new home. Our farm was the best achievement we had ever come across. There were no words to describe the moment I tasted the honey of our bees trough my wife’s lips. I could still remember the taste of perfection and the glow in Samantha’s eyes.
“Are you happy?” Samantha asked.
“What?” I was surprised.
“You were a successful producer and look at us now,” My wife said.
“I am very happy. Are you happy?” I asked and she nodded at me.
I smiled and then Samantha came closer.
My wife leaned on my chest, placed her fingers on my belly, and started making circles on my blue shirt, while I carried on thinking of her question. Yes, I was very happy since the fame, the money and the extremely, sexy nights I had experienced could offer you nothing other but vanity.
We were sitting on the grass, under the shadow of the large pine tree, while the intoxicating smells of the nature fought against the seductive thoughts of the past and were doing their best to make us feel lost in paradise.
When I looked around me, I ran into the zone of the truth and real happiness.…
http://bookgoodies.com/a/B00UG0C3EK
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