I recently finished the book Same Kind of Different as Me, and I was blown away at the forgiveness of the dying wife. She was on her death bed from cancer when she told her husband and grown children that she was releasing her husband to marry and be happy again. This alone is an amazing act of self-less love that personally I would have a really difficult time with. But she went 1,000 steps farther when, alone with her husband, she spoke the words, "Even Her!". Just 11 years earlier, her husband had an affair. Through God's grace and a lot of counseling the couple stayed married and fell deeper in love than ever before. She explained herself: "It was a good thing, a thing that turned out good for us. Look at the past eleven years.....if she hadn't happened our life together wouldn't have been as wonderful as it has been. And now you have my permission to go back to her." What a humanly vivid picture of forgiveness as the final form of love. I could not imagine and it still leaves me speechless. Part of me thinks, there is no way on God's green earth that I would ever wish that upon my husband. But imagine being in that place, with no regrets, and no ill-will for even one who people would consider their enemy.
This is true freedom. Freedom that we cannot gain in our own strength, But through the power of God all things are possible. Whatever the circumstances of life may be, in each of us there is always a "her" or "him." May God grant us the ability, strength, and peace one day to utter the words, "Even her."