“And forgive us our trespasses….
Accepting her doctor’s explanation of,” There is no why.” had been virtually impossible for Isabel. In the years following the funeral, Isabel had found news stories about poisonings on the internet in newspaper archives. The first article reported a mass poisoning at the orphanage where Robyn Sullivan had been living. No one had died, but all affected had been desperately sick. Robyn was one of 3 girls who had not been poisoned. The police and the newsmen had all interviewed the beautiful girl whose life had been spared.
The records of Isabel’s parentage were more difficult to find. In the end, it was the Department of Social Security that had the information. Isabel was adopted. It was clear then, why Robyn hadn’t wanted Isabel to inherit anything from the estate.But, then, the question was, why adopt a child when you didn’t like children? Isabel’s psychiatrist encouraged her to stop searching. This obsessive behavior would not help his patient recover.
“Work. Work hard. When you find your focus drifting toward memories of your mother,refocus and work harder. Keep moving. Get exercise. See friends. Go on trips.”, was his advice.
She worked and obsessed. Work wasn’t going to change her heart. Drugs weren’t going to cut it either. In the end, she told God that she was helpless and He would have to change her heart for her; she wasn’t capable of forgiveness. God had to give her some
.” I ask this in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, My Lord.” she sighed.
The next morning, Isabel’s anger was gone. That was all there was to it. Infinite Mercy. She was Isabel once more with joy and hope. She became excited. Could God and his Infinite Mercy work again over the bounds of time and death? It had worked for His Son.