The subject was brought up innocently enough and just like that, I was right back at a moment in my life when I was put through three days of the worst fear and anxiety I have ever experienced.
White, hot, searing anger was lurking in the folds of that memory. I was sure I had forgiven the person responsible..but maybe I hadn’t.
Forgiveness is tough, complicated work. But if the job isn’t completed, we remain forever vulnerable to a passing thought or random recollection. Clearly, I’ve still got work to do..and it starts today with earnest prayer and a request to be forgiven myself.