To R and N

An apology.

Two apologies, actually. It's been several years since this happened and I'm still too chicken to apologise to your faces, were I able to locate said faces. Sorry number one.

Sorry number two: I don't know if you remember. But way back when, I thought some fairly nasty (not to mention wrongheaded) things about you. And I wrote them down. And you found them.

I'm an utter chicken, thus I couldn't bring myself to apologise when I found out several weeks later. In fact, I'm pretty sure both of you have forgiven me, and utterly forgotten.

But it was a dreadful witness. And mean and small-minded. Because I was, at the time, pretty mean and small-minded. Still am, but probably less so.

I'm sorry. I was wrong. Forgive me.

This is grace, that people (and God) forgive us when we don't deserve it.

Thank you for the grace you showed me.

Maybe someday I'll actually say sorry in person. For now, this is all the meagre amount of bravery I'm capable of. But grace increases, I'm told. So we'll see.

For now, to all the people who might actually read this, you know one of my secrets.

Goodbye secret. I won't miss you one tiny little bit.