He has been on mind lately. I have his eyes. I have his nose. I have his tendency of connecting with a large number of people, making it difficult to be in public without being recognized.
I do not have his baggage. I could. I could hold on to the past. I could keep pointing fingers. I could cut everyone out of my life to protect myself and blame him for it. I choose not to. I choose forgiveness. I choose freedom.
What do you choose? Are you holding on to something that someone has done to you as if it could somehow be erased, if the person only confessed or begged for forgiveness… or died? None of these external events will set you free from your internal chains. There is one way to freedom.
Forgiveness. Letting go. Leaving the past in the hands of a righteous, just God and moving on to fully live the one life that He has given you.
It seems strange. Counterintuitive. But by the power of the Holy Spirit, and sometimes with the help of a professional therapist, I am here to tell you that it can be done. And it is worth it.
“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” Mark Twain
“Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.”
Colossians 3:13-15
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