And Forgive Us Our Trespasses, As We Forgive Those Who Trespass Against Us! How Many Berry Spoons Are There In My Life? Forgiveness!
“I’ll never forgive him. I told him I would never forgive him.”
The elderly lady spoke softly, but with resolve, as the nurse brought her her nightly medication. The lady’s expression was troubled as she turned away, focusing on the drape wrapped around her nursing home bed. This brief exchange revealed a deep, deep hurt.
She told of how her brother had approached her bed, accusing her of taking more than her share of family heirlooms following their mother’s death. He spoke of various items, ending with “The berry spoon.” He said, “I want the berry spoon.” For the forty years since the mother’s death he had hidden his feelings, and now they erupted.
She was both hurt and angered by his accusation and vowed never to…
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