Upon losing two daughters years ago I was wild in my sorrow and rage (well-deserved, I told myself) until in time I learned that, almost as surely as they were lost, so was I. Only then did I begin to try to understand the one behind the wrong — and in doing so, was able to forgive. Never mind what the other deserved; that was God’s business. What I deserved was peace, and only in forgiving did I find it.
The past can never change. But the future of me is mine alone.