I had built this wall that was convenient for me. I thought, ‘Because you haven’t apologized to me, that absolves me of the responsibility of reaching out to you.'
I felt my heart, hard and rigid, cracking open. I had always made a divide between Nancy’s killer and me. Him: bad murderer. Me: innocent victims’ family member. The truth was, there was no division between us before God —- we were both flawed and fallen.
It’s not okay what you did, but I am not going to hate you. I am not going to wish evil on you. I am going to wish the opposite. I am going to wish that you will be redeemed. Continue here....
-- Jeanne Bishop