{"id":23,"date":"2014-11-03T15:13:00","date_gmt":"2014-11-03T15:13:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2024-10-16T18:57:47","modified_gmt":"2024-10-16T18:57:47","slug":"a-conversation-with-my-elder-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=23","title":{"rendered":"A conversation with my elder brother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/forgive.jpg\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/forgive.jpg\" height=\"108\" width=\"200\" \/><\/a><span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">Last week, my elder brother came to visit me for a few<br \/>\ndays in Cape Town. The first evening was full of catching up, chit-chat and, as<br \/>\nusual a bit of serious talk crept in. It was almost midnight, and we were on<br \/>\nour third cup of tea &#8211; he was sitting on the couch, and I was on the floor with<br \/>\na throw over my legs. <\/span><br \/>\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\"><\/span><br \/>\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">My brother was sharing with me a story of someone who is<br \/>\ncurrently going through some forgiveness battle. I<\/span><span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">t was in the middle of that conversation, when he said:<br \/>\n&#8220;Certain things CANNOT be changed, they CANNOT be undone. Forgiveness and<br \/>\nacceptance is key. . . \u201c <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;\">\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">So, today as I was surfing the net and doing some reading<br \/>\non forgiveness, I came across this quote.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;\">\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">\u201cThere is no such thing as a &#8220;broken family.&#8221;<br \/>\nFamily is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce<br \/>\npapers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time<br \/>\nfamily becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those<br \/>\nties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people<br \/>\nare your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your<br \/>\nfamily because whatever you hate will always be with you.\u201d <a href=\"http:\/\/cjoybellc.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"color: blue;\">C. JoyBell C.<\/span><\/a><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;\">\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">Suddenly &#8211; even though the conversation with my brother<br \/>\ntook place a week ago &#8211; its meaning has just managed to find its way beyond my<br \/>\nears. Only today has its meaning finally landed in my heart. <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;\">\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">It is only now I realize that forgiveness does not come<br \/>\nin a nicely wrapped gift box. Of course, forgiveness is a gift &#8211; but one&nbsp;will have&nbsp;to first<br \/>\njump over some hurdles before accessing this divine blessing.&nbsp; <\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;\">\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\"><\/span>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;\">\n<span lang=\"EN\" style=\"color: #141823; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN;\">As for now, jumping over the hurdles it is!<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last week, my elder brother came to visit me for a few days in Cape Town. The first evening was full of catching up, chit-chat and, as usual a bit of serious talk crept in. 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