It is so much easier to give forgiveness and grace to others than it is to give it to ourselves.
I'm pretty good at coming clean with what goes on in the darkest corners of who I am. There are a handful of people with whom I have been raw and honest, authentic and forthcoming, with the real me. I'm an amalgam of a lot of thing, good and bad, and those who know me best know it all.
And yet, they forgive ... even when the bad is directed at them.
So why do we hold grace away from ourselves, like a carrot on the end of a stick we'll never reach? I don't have the answer. But I'm working on it.