Tag Archives: guilt

Constructive Sorrow

“I’m sorry,” does not always mean that the person has sorrow for what he did. True sorrow can be used for honest self-examination, not morbid self-condemnation and the punishment of guilt. Let’s use, “I’m sorry” spoken with humility as a … Continue reading

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No Regrets

It is impossible to live a life without regret. Yet we must not judge ourselves harshly for we must make mistakes to learn how to change those situations in the future. Put aside your regrets, let go of guilt, keep … Continue reading

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Steps of Life #9–Broken Promises

********************************* Their shadows fall on you blocking the sun of life. Woe be to you whose unkept promises hide the light of love. Vows lie broken at your feet; your conscience weeps with guilt. Can you not see that your … Continue reading

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Letting Go

The weight of guilt can grow to such size that it can not be measured; there comes a time when it serves no purpose. Learn from your error, resolve to never repeat it, make amends when possible, then let the … Continue reading

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Pat’s Ponderings–Spiritual Failures

  Whenever I’ve gotten ill or had an accident, I feel that somehow I have failed spiritually. With all the hype about us creating our own reality, it seems like everything is “my fault.” I am going to put affirmations … Continue reading

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Rainforest News # 29

Guava pink inside Tiny worms among the seeds No glasses, no worms! ******************************* My shelves are so full of books filled with empty words. Inside I find all! ***************************** Bathroom scales tell lies Years of making me feel guilt On … Continue reading

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Rainforest #15

A turtle carries his house. Guilt can be a heavy load. What is on my back? Camels store water. What do I put in my hump? Butterflies with joy! Why am I so tired? Carry a rock up a hill. … Continue reading

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