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The second night, after settling into the life of our Camp Farthest Out, the Lord woke me in the middle of the night. “Get your notebook.” I quietly fetched my notebook and pen so as not to wake my aunt. He said, “Write down all the people you need to forgive.”
My pen quivered as I put John at the top of the list. After him I thought my list would only number four or five, but when I finished around noon the next day, after a tortured, sleepless night, I had over 1,000 names glaring at me from my notebook. The list included everyone, even my cherished third grade teacher who had humiliated me. Then the Lord said, “Forgive them.”
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