It's easy for me to be smug about forgiveness when I am happy and all is going well and the dark corners of my soul are hidden from view. BUT what if I am the Fairy (become wicked witch) who did not get invited to the wedding?
How do I avoid planting a poisoned spindle?
That actually happened to me, many years ago. A good friend--or so I'd thought--(read more . . . )
(Note: this post, available on The Sunflower, a blog on forgiveness that I share with others, is not very long [5 paragraphs and two lines total.])