It’s easy to talk about the importance of forgiveness, until the need for it happens to you.
Over the last year, God has taken me on a necessary but uncomfortable journey. Different relationships were strained, ranging from family members to mild acquaintances. The result was a glorious mix of compounded wounds and unanswered questions. While I tried to resolve conflict as much as I could, some rifts were beyond my ability to repair. Slowly I found myself replaying past behaviors and conversations, all in attempts to make sense of things and wrestle my way through pain. But it was a match I couldn’t win. I still felt angry. I still wanted justice. I still hoped for reconciliation, even when the circumstances didn’t point in that direction. Psalm 73:21 says, “I realized my heart was bitter, and I was all torn up inside.” (NLT) My body felt this entirely.
Up until recently, I realized I was still allowing my emotions to sway my behaviors. I relied on my feelings as a quasi-indicator. If I was going to forgive, then these negative feelings had to be gone, and if I was trying to forgive, then these bad feelings showed me I had failed. But God is too kind to leave His children unhealed. And He is too good to let us believe what’s not true.
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