I was poking through the back corner of my garage today and came across an old scared up wooden table I’ve had forever. As I ran my hands over the table and traced the scars with my fingers, powerful memories and feeling were triggered in me about the scars on my life, and a quickening, a wonderful feeling of forgiveness and love came over me. I felt so much gratitude; a knowing that something much greater than myself was touching me, a clear reminder that I am, daily, receiving forgiveness.