The daughter sat at the Father’s feet. “Lord, it’s been years. Over and over. It never changes. Why does that one get by with it. Why must I always be the one to forgive? The Cross covers that one, and those sins are/will be all absolved.”
As are yours.
But, Lord, is there no justice?
My daughter, that one may get away with each new offense, but you get another pebble in your jar.
Pebble?
Yes, each act of obedience, each act of forgiveness done out of love for Me, accrues another pebble in your jar. And when the judgment comes, those pebbles will become jewels in My crown, glory that has been brought to Me, your sacrifice of praise, a holy offering.
Selah
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