When I was a teenager, I humiliated a boy in front of his friends because I felt that he had ignored me. At first, I felt triumphant and justified in my actions, but as time went on, a sick feeling started spreading over me.
I hated my selfishness and I wanted to undo the damage I had caused. I cried on my bed for hours until my mother came to check on me. I told her what I had done, and she lovingly explained to me that I could be forgiven.
We talked about Jesus and how He could take away the guilt I was feeling. After some encouragement, I began to pray for forgiveness and relief. It wasn’t immediate, but after some time, a peace settled into my heart, dispelling the guilty and sick feeling I had.
I felt the love of Jesus Christ so strongly that I could not deny it. I knew what I had done was wrong, but I also knew that I still had worth and could be forgiven. From that point on, I knew Jesus would never abandon me. He loves me—even with my shortcomings—and I will forever trust in Him.