Forgive them.

I'm struggling with it myself. But here's how to try and do it.

When I tell you that I wake up every morning and don’t know what I’m going to write about, today is a perfect example.

I had no idea last night or early this morning, for example, that I was going to be writing about forgiveness. That was not on my radar. And yet, forgiveness is what God gave me this morning. And we’re going to “go there.”

If you’d rather be angry, upset, and stay in the prison your resentment has created, don’t read on.

Earlier this week, I talked about the different “parts” of us. We can have strong, healthy parts that conquer the world, and yet still have weak, “exiled,” wounded parts of us that hover just below the surface and often lash out. And while many times these hurt parts of us develop at a young age, that’s not always the truth.

Such is the case with one of my wounded parts. That part emerged a couple years ago when a friendship I thought would be for a lifetime ended unceremoniously. And for reasons I still don’t understand.

I’m fighting back tears just w…