Had a deeply unpleasant exchange with our neighbor this weekend. I get the anger — the wind blew our trash cans into her car and broke her passenger-side mirror — but she tore into me after I let her know and apologized profusely for leaving them out there in strong winds; I also told her we’d pay for the repairs. Even so, I learned what she really thinks of me.

I’ve already forgiven the slight, because God calls me to do so, but the hurt, offended feeling still lingers. Forgiveness is an act; hurt is a feeling. The two aren’t the same, and dealing with the latter will take some time. Praying for the grace to get over it and be charitable.