She walked in the door red-faced, desperately trying to hold back her tears, as she handed me a folded up note. It was a letter. No, it was actually a list naming off all the things she did to this life-long friend that made her mad, accusing her of things that never happened, and criticizing her for even being alive.
Where did these hurtful words come from?
These words were crushing — because hurtful words wound deep and last longer than an ordinary bruise.
They can’t be erased or removed once spoken or written. But they can be forgiven. They can be reconciled. By God’s grace, restoration is possible for those who are willing to walk the road of redemption. It’s not an easy road, but it’s one we’re called to in the pursuit of peace.
Join me at Mothers of Daughters for the rest of the story and thoughts on how to help our daughters and the girls we mentor face their frenemies with forgiveness!