I may have hurt the person I talked about in the last post, but I think I myself hurt almost as much when I realized what I had done. I love King David’s words from Psalm 51, knowing very well what a “broken and contrite heart” feels like.

The person who I’d hurt must have felt comforted when I told him how sorry I was. He saw the pain I myself felt and knew I was sincere. It must have soothed him and kept him from bitterness.

I hope I will always continue feeling others’ pain, especially when I’m the cause.

I think of Jesus, and the pain he suffered because of us. And often I feel along with him.