Olivia says after I’ve filled her in on some of the details from last night’s phone conversation with my mom. “Did your mom say where she’d been shot?” “No. Just that it wasn’t serious. I can’t wait to hear the whole story.” “Does your mom know that Steven’s behind bars?” “I’m guessing she does, but I haven’t talked to her yet today. She’s supposed to call me when she knows which flight she’ll be on.” “You must be excited to see her.” Totally.” I shake my head now. “I think I kind of took her for granted…or worse. Now I realize how much I love her. And I’m not even going to push her to come to church or to be a Christian or anything. I decided that I just need to love her unconditionally. No pressure.” “I guess we should do that to everyone, huh?” “Yeah. But sometimes it’s hard.” I’m thinking about Steven (or Greg) now. I don’t know if I could possibly love that jerk. Still, I know that God could do it through me. Mostly I just want to work my way through to forgiving him—with God’s help, of course.
