Oh, Lord, help me to forgive! Sometimes I think I have, but I have only fooled myself--and only myself. I harbor self-righteousness and indignation (and victimhood) as jewels, forgetting the truth that these "jewels" are weights that will drown me in my own bile. Lift me up. Shake me until the jewels tumble away. Open my eyes to see your boundless mercies so that I may share them with those who have grieved me. Soften me and mold me into a more perfect image of you. In your name, Jesus, I ask these things. Amen
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