Possibly,... The Orchard Walk II
"The frozen prairies thawed with the warm sun turning puddles into small glimpses of glass, the only assurance that the world would soon not look so dirty. This was to be the first spring rain. God had a way of cleaning up the grey of winter. Since moving to this faraway land life had been one uncomfortable change after another. All the idyllic ideas of a peaceful life in the country had been soundly thrashed by crime, violence, and a string of tragic events that were hard to explain in earthly terms.
The words of a preacher rang in her ears as she thought about the loss of lives. Every loss was a change for someone, and not just small changes but very big changes indeed.
Although no priest of white collar, confessions came anyway, to Simmy.
The basic lesson seemed to be... anything we take from someone else, when maybe we shouldn't, causes loss to another. A illicit affair, sudden death, and then children would go through life without a father. To take what belongs to another, especially in relationship, is no small thing... especially not to God. Of this, Simmy was quite sure.
Undoubtedly, the need to forgive touches every life."
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