I remember as a child, and even as a teenager, breaking my parents' hearts because of things that I did and said. I remember thinking that my relationship with them would never be the same because of the wrong or hurt that I had caused them. I thought that my sin would make this relationship irreparable. Then in my despair, I recall a hand that stretched out to me and pulled me into their arms. When I became a parent, I realized just what my parents meant when they stretched out their hand to me as they drew me into their arms ... forgiveness before I had even asked. The relationship never changed. It was only the fellowship that changed because of my actions.