Taking back "I hate you"
How many of us in a fit of rage have never said to our mother, father, or someone else we love I hate you. Most of us were children when we did it. Most of us were so frustrated we just said something horrible without thinking. And then immediately we regretted it. What we don't realize, is our dad's and mom's understand. They know we don't mean it. They know we love them. Even if we never got the chance to take it back, parents always know their children love them. It's a gift they have. So I went a little further maybe than most people. I was very frustrated, angry, upset, just to the point of almost giving up. I looked up to my heavenly father and I said it. I said, I hate you. I was so frustrated, I didn't know what else to do. I immediately burst into heart wrenching tears saying I was sorry. I felt horrible. I had just told the creator of the world that I hated Him. I was terrified that I had gone to far. But a dear friend told me at one point she did the same thing. And she said someone told her he's just like our real dads, they know we love them. They know we don't mean it. I know Jesus forgave me for that. I know that he has blessed me beyond measure in spite of what I said. I would take it back if I could, but you know what? It's so insignificant, He doesn't even remember. God knows the thoughts and intentions of our hearts. So if you told someone you hate them, call them up, say you love them, even though they already know it. And if that person has passed on, just look up and smile and say, I love you. They know it anyway, and they sure don't remember it now. God bless.