I had brunch with my favorite priest yesterday. He is going home, to Nigeria for a month, and I'm going to miss him. He leaves on Sunday, but I will be able to hear his sermon one more time before he goes. He was there for me when I was going through the worst of this messy life episode.
He has followed me, in my separation and divorce since the beginning, and he has read all the emails to other women and prostitutes in real time and while I too, was just finding out about them. During brunch, I mentioned how "sick" my H is, and he scolded me a little, saying it's not our place to judge him. He was right. I have to learn not to judge and just continue to keep praying for his forgiveness.
(If you're interested, there is more about him (the priest) on the forgiveness board - under "The eerie story of fht elife of love").
