Last weekend, I was wronged by someone. I don't know if it was done maliciously or mistakenly, but I was l i v i d. And I thought ugly thoughts about her for three days. I doubted the World. I doubted myself. I doubted her. And I became the ugliness. The wrong isn't important, and the why isn't important. What is important is that it was taking over my head and my heart.
So I forgave her. I offered it with my whole heart and I meant it. She didn't accept it. In fact, she attempted to "retaliate". To forgiveness. Right. But you know what's really really cool? It doesn't matter. I'm not angry and I don't feel ugly inside any more.
"If you forgive those who sin against you, your heavenly Father will forgive you." Matthew 6:14
Update: 3/10: I spent Wednesday morning being smacked in the face with the fact that I was not a totally innocent party in the doing of wrongs. And I probably didn't give enough credit to the person that wronged me as far as her non-acceptance of my forgiveness. I think it was just a much bigger deal to me than it was to her. Or something.
3 comments:
I'm glad you got better. :) I keep trying to get better, but I'm not very good at it. :P
I wouldn't say that I'm all the way fixed, Friend, not by a long shot. But at least I don't have someone else's crap weighing me down.
I forgive people (I think), but that doesn't mean I trust them anymore. There's that old Native American proverb: If your brother strikes you, it is his fault. If he strikes you again, it is your fault.
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