when going through hard times, in very young adulthood through tears, I asked my grandmother what if I can never forgive him? I’m supposed to forgive. she took me in her arms and with all the certainty in her body told me we are imperfect humans, sometimes we just may never forgive but what we can’t forgive Jesus will cover. I looked at her and thought about all the times I felt I should’ve been protected and kept from many bad situations way beyond my years and control. Jesus forgives you, mija she softly said as she stroked my head. I blinked I forgive Him, as well.
