What inspired My Daily Garden Journal
Several years ago I was talking with a friend of mine who was having difficulty learning to forgive. Towards the end of the conversation she quietly and tearfully barely uttered the words, “I want to but I don’t know how.” That plea echoed in my ears as if a small child were caught in a dark cave crying to get out.
I heard helplessness and despair, enough to cause the overwhelming love of God to send all the angels of heaven to minister to this precious one. Here was a beautiful soul that had been bound for over six generations and she was finally able to utter enough humility to begin to burst through the fear that had her bound.