Forgiveness is a strong woman, tender and earthy and direct. Since her children have left home, she has embarked on an extended walking tour, visiting ruins and old monuments, bathing in rivers and hot springs, traveling through the small towns and large pulsing cities, tracing the current of sorrow under the stories she hears. Sometimes the city authorities and officials don’t want her within their gates; but if the people want her there enough, she always manages to find a way inside.
Forgiveness brings gifts wherever she goes. Simple ones, a three-stranded twig with leaves turning yellow, a belt she wove on an inkle loom, a little song that grows inside you and changes everything. She brought me a silver ring from the South with a pale stone, pink with a hint of brown. When I had asthma, she taught me how to breathe.
via Amanda
I read this quote and I think about forgiveness and reconciliation in Rwanda. I think about forgiveness among families of our clients in Uganda. I think about the forgiveness between estranged family members. Forgiveness between friends and enemies. I think about the need for my heart to forgive. The forgiveness of my heart, and forgiveness of others. And I breathe deeply as I think about the forgiveness of my sins that gave me life.
