June 12, 2013
My struggle to find peace and wholeness continues. I have forgiven my past husband much bigger, serious, frightening infractions than that of my sister. And yet, I can't forgive her. I'm not practiced in it. I'm overwhelmed by the betrayal before I can make inroads to it. Also, I have always been able to forgive anything by anyone that was not intentional; anything done in ignorance or immaturity. But, not this, even though I deem it a familial unconsciousness. I guess the fact that I still struggle is evidence of effort and thus a sign of hope. My personal Jericho.