by Leslie Jones
Shuffling through my “people to pray for” notecards one morning, I sensed God’s holy invitation to add the name of a woman who had deeply wounded me.
“How can I pray for her,” I questioned, “when it’s impossible to forgive what she did to my family?”
Offering forgiveness felt unreasonable. I had harbored hatred toward this woman for more than two decades and felt justified in my unforgiveness. I was doing just fine shouldering my backpack of bitterness, thank you very much.
Yet the Holy Spirit’s unmistakable prompting tugged at my heart. As I contemplated the idea of praying for her on a regular basis, my mind settled on a statement straight from the mouth of the One who died for my forgiveness.
