Releasing My Hatred

My purse got stolen from my car. It had six or seven pieces of my favorite jewelry in it. I kept lamenting about it, angry too about the money. I had taken six hundred dollars to my daughter’s home. To purchase a crib, but she decided on another one, online. So, my six hundred dollars was gone too. I was angry; I could not stop thinking about it. My favorite diamond infinity ring was in that purse. For seven weeks hatred came into my heart. Hatred toward the unknown perpetrator. Anger that I had lost my favorite ring. One day I asked God to let me know that someone else loved my ring. I said “God, if they love it half as much as I did, I will let this go.” A week later I received a letter from a sheriff in another state. He said he had my billfold and purse. I had left it with my cane in a McDonald’s. There was twenty dollars in my purse. Would I want him to send it to me? He would use the money. I called him and said yes. I knew why the perp could not go back and claim my purse. They had left my billfold inside. I got my infinity ring back. It was the only piece of jewelry back.