My Writing. My words.

Some worry, wondering what is beyond death, what is on the other side of eternity. Understandable if they don't know God, if they haven't read their Bible.

For those who know Jesus as Lord and Savior, the land beyond isn't a mystery, it is a place we are looking forward too. Anticipated. Longed for.

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She gasps, swallowing her sobs. Sitting up, she rubs her eyes, half hoping his voice was an hallucination. It wasn't, unless she was having a visual one as well. 

“Claire,” he moves towards her, “are you alright? You're not injured or ill, are you?”

That she was, it would be far less embarrassing. Her thoughts are still in a jumble, so she simply shakes her head.

He is frowning as he moves closer to her, stopping just short of the bed. He twists his hands and simply waits. 

Her head is lowered and she takes several deep breaths. After getting herself together as well as she can, she starts to talk. 

“I hurt you and destroyed us. The guilt and regret, it, Lord, Jamie how can you even look at me? I was such a bloody fool!”

“Aye, you were but you weren't alone. I should have taken a beat and not immediately jumped in bed with Geneva. Two wrongs don't make a right. I should have spoken with you not compounded the situation.”

She sits still on the side of the bed unable to believe what she is hearing. He can't possibly blame himself.

“You can't blame yourself?”

“I do as much as I blame you. It is  mutual, ah, responsibility. Hurt people hurt people, after all.”

“But I hurt you first.” The guilt that has lived in the deep recesses of her heart has risen to the top at seeing him again.

He nods. “And I reciprocated. Claire, I forgive you.”

She lets out a ragged breath as the heavy weight lifts.

“I forgive you, as well.”