Breaking the chains of resentment

The soft glow of the street light poured into the bedroom. I looked at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. Sleep was not coming easily. I was spending yet another late night in anger, wondering if I could ever find forgiveness for someone who had been unkind to me. I replayed events in my head, thinking about what I should have said, or maybe still could say, to this person. I was eager to see this individual repent, or, more important, apologize, for being so unkind.

What was truly keeping me up, though, was knowing that the apology would never come. I saw that I was going to have to face a great challenge: to forgive someone who seemed to have no sense of remorse.

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