To my former jailer,
You stole my grace that day. You made me think that God didn’t want me so I rejected Him.
You forced a baby to know death. I awoke into confusion, pain, and suffering and saw the window to salvation was iced over.
You made me into who I was…and I forgive you because of who I am. I forgive you because I now know how to live the rest of my life in a way that justifies our suffering and I will walk, sure-footed, and atone for the sins of our fathers.
We were both born into pain, anguish, and terror but you let it make you a monster. That’s how I know it wasn’t personal. And that’s how I forgave you.
I pray you live the rest of your life finding your Truth and that you Rest In Peace.