I Am Incarcerated

I am incarcerated . . . there are people that I victimized.  I hurt them and their families.  

I put them through pain that can never be eradicated.  I have violated the laws of man and the laws of God. I'm in a situation where I am wrong on all counts.

I have asked my victims to forgive me for my actions; whether they have, I'm not certain.  The assumption is that they have not. Imagine the weight of hatred they hold for me. How much they must really dislike me.  How would you feel if you have hurt someone out of your own pride and greediness? Not caring for the suffering of others, just satisfying yourself of something that materialistically doesn't last.

After I committed my offenses there was a true sense of remorse.  I felt bad, very sorry that I acted out of the emotions of a person with low self-esteem. I had the illusion that I loved myself, but I was miserable. So much to the point that to live or die did not matter.  To come to the point of true sincerity, I had to actually see how wrong I was. I had to come to the understanding that my offense was not only against the laws of man, but also against God.  

You see, I had no purpose, or I didn't know God’s intended purpose for my life. I built my own self-worth and attempted to measure my own merits to know whether I was a good person or not.  God softened my hardened heart so that I can see just how much I hurt these people. With my own eyes I never could have known. Now that I have come to the place to ask to be forgiven by man, there is a chance of acceptance by others.