God said:
When I view the world from the Blessed Seat of Consciousness I sit on, sometimes I think the world functions, not so much on illusory time as much as it functions on excuses. You know what? Excuses are lame. Excuses are a dime a dozen. Excuses are no excuse at all. There does seem to be a kind of mutual consent, as if the sellers of excuses and the buyers of excuses wink at each other.
A given reason is rarely a true excuse, yet My children parry excuses in order to get by in life. There is such an abundance of stand-by excuses that My children could make recordings of a few of their regularly-used excuses and save themselves much time and energy.
By and large, an excuse is an excuse is an excuse. It is a fill-in. Cotton stuffing.
Probably you have heard all the excuses in the world:
"I didn't have time. I had to eat. The bus was late. I forgot. I got busy. I had to go shopping. I was too tired. I'm just too kind, and I can't say no. This is how I am. I can't help it."
Are these familiar to you?
My children tend to believe in their excuses as virtual reality when the truth is that excuses are weak fabrications that can become a way of life.
The truth of a situation is more likely: "There is something else I wanted to do. There is something else that is more important to me than what I promised you. I don't like to be depended on. I take on too much. I make promises I cannot keep."
The truth is you make promises, and you break your promises meaning to justify your innocence.