Forgives neglect, read the description for the brown-eyed Susans in my gardening catalog. Looking over the beautiful photos of blossoms and planning my flower beds, I took in the quiet warmth of the woodstove, snow still on the ground, and envisioned our yard filled with blooms.
I scanned the sunflowers, and those two words were used once again: Forgives neglect. The phrase seemed to speak directly to my heart.
Forgiveness is hard for me, especially letting go of anger or resentment for feeling forgotten. But hadn't I, too, been guilty of neglecting people I care about? There was a stack of mail to catch up on, encouraging cards to send to loved ones experiencing loss, a pile of thank-you notes to complete, and if I think about it, a few…
