There are a lot of people I should be forgiving. I should forgive the man who driving the wrong way in the parking lot and stole my parking spot. I should forgive the girl who asked me to be a witness in some random hearing and wanted me to lie, or at least state something I wasn't completely sure about. I should forgive those who are ignorant of, or simply choose to ignore, common mores in our society. I forgive the young man who used God as a reason to break my heart, stomp on my dreams, and crush a possible future.
But here are some people I have forgiven. I forgive my sister every time we fight. I forgive my husband after every argument. I forgive those who barely touch my life, but could have. I forgive anyone who is will to admit they are wrong.
But do I? Do I admit I'm wrong and apologize? That's my goal. This day was hard. I'm being truthful in my head. I just can't somehow share it all with you. That's probably why it took so long to post this. I'm sorry.
I think this is probably something that we all need to work on. Although, forgiving is the easy part. Forgetting is the hard part.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... After years of trying to figure out exactly what forgiveness is, I give up... I think it just hurts less after a passage of time but we never actually forgive, we just adjust to the fact that it happened... For instance, when my first wife left me for another person, I was devastated. I could think of little else for what seemed like an eternity. After 20 years, I still think that was a rotten thing she did... I don't forgive her for leaving me with four children. It doesn't hurt anymore. Does that mean I forgave her? I don't think so. I think it means it just isn't important anymore.
ReplyDeletePardon my commenting on your blog without introducing myself, but as I was surfing around today I stumbled on this post and it just got me to thinking....
-bobby