The human heart is not designed to carry grudges. Like a backpack filled with stones, unforgiveness weighs us down, making each step through life more difficult than it needs to be. We collect these stones throughout our lives, some small pebbles from minor slights, others massive boulders from deep betrayals, until we find ourselves bent over and struggling beneath their collective weight.Sarah discovered this truth on a Tuesday morning in October. She had been carrying the same anger toward her father for fifteen years, nurturing it like a bitter garden that produced nothing but thorns. The rage had become so familiar that she no longer noticed how it colored every interaction, every relationship, every quiet moment of her day. It was only when her five-year-old daughter asked her why she looked so sad all the time that Sarah realized the cost of her unforgiveness had grown beyond what she was willing to pay.
The human heart is not designed to carry grudges. Like a backpack filled with stones, unforgiveness weighs us down, making each step through life more difficult than it needs to be. We collect these stones throughout our lives, some small pebbles from minor slights, others massive boulders from d...