This morning, I was breathing easily until I read an email about giving a present to somebody related to somebody I resent. All of a sudden, I could tell that the air in my kitchen was poisonous. That email was like the canary in the mine shaft.
“[God] doesn’t treat us as our faults and offences deserve. . . . He separates us from our transgressions as far as the east is separated from the west.” Psalm 103:10, 12
Father, I’ve been collecting this person’s faults and offences for so long that I don’t even like the idea of You doing the opposite. I don’t want to breathe this poisonous air any more.