I forgive him and like water draining from the sand after a wave, the power he held over me disappears. A slow smile rises on my face.

When we forgive, the slave we free is ourselves.

Can you forgive her? Can you do that?
There was no response.
Because if you can start to forgive, then it will become easier.
And?
And then you will be able to forgive yourself—and ask others to forgive you.

I eventually came to understand that in harboring the anger, the bitterness and resentment towards those that had hurt me, I was giving the reins of control over to them. Forgiving was not about accepting their words and deeds. Forgiving was about letting go and moving on with my life. In doing so, I had finally set myself free.

Forgiveness is biblical, too. I'm all for forgiving him if he says he did wrong.

Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.