Remember the story of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15? The father didn’t wait for an explanation—he ran toward his son, arms wide, heart open. That’s the kind of forgiveness that heals. Not earned. Not delayed. Freely given. In our homes, offenses happen. Words hurt. Expectations go unmet. But without forgiveness, wounds fester. With it, healing begins. Forgiveness is not approval of wrongdoing—it’s freedom from the hold of bitterness. In marriage, parenting, and sibling relationships, forgiveness must become a rhythm—not just a response. As God has forgiven us, so we extend grace—especially at home, where love should always win.
