Couragious Forgiveness

background-1135051_1280Sometimes, it takes raw courage to forgive.

This is an ongoing theme in my life. Forgiving, even when it hurts (me). Looking back, I see a line of courageous forgivers. The Amish families who lost their children. Corrie Ten Boom. And further back in history, Stephen (early church deacon who was stoned to death for his faith).

The troubles of my past pale in comparison. But they still hurt. The human reaction for most of us is to hold on to them. To hate the one who hurt us. To punish the perpetrator through our ongoing hate.

Deep inside, I know that kind  of possessive unforgiveness hurts me more than anyone else. Those who committed the worst things that ever happened to me are dead now. They’ve met their fate, and they met it without my spoken forgiveness. I came to this knowledge too late. But I have now forgiven them. Their slate is clean with me.

flower-946502_1280Why does it matter? I no longer suffer under the weight of holding on to someone’s guilt. I’ve been spiritually healed of the pain inflicted on me, because of this passage of scripture… “For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” (John 8: 14-15 NIV)

Pay close attention to verse fifteen. It holds a devastating truth. Don’t overlook it.

Forgiving others sets you free. When I let go of the pain of my past, something died inside of me. But it was a good death. No longer would I be in its death grip. I am free of the pain. And those who caused that pain are in God’s hands. I am completely free.

Here’s another life-giving realization that came to me when I pondered my freedom: Unforgiveness is one of the strongest tools of the enemy. Satan uses unforgiveness–in your life–to steal your joy, your health, happiness, peace. He uses it to kill, and to destroy. With it, he destroys families…lives. Yours. Not the one who sinned against you.

death-1013386_1920I held my hurt and pain in a tight fist for so long, I couldn’t enjoy life. If anything in my life reminded me of what happened, I curled up in a fetal position (inside, if not physically) and felt dead. Others were hurt and confused by my attitude. Until the day I discovered these scriptures and decided it was time to let it go.

It wasn’t easy. Even after the initial spoken forgiveness, I was reminded throughout the day, every day, of what had been done to me. I’m not exaggerating. So I faced it with courage. I took every thought captive. When the thoughts came, they brought pain with them. I forgave all over again. I took a step further and replaced feelings of hurt and pain and hate with love. But not in my name. “Father, forgive me. Replace the hateful memories. Heal my heart and help me love.”

1-Passion FlowerYears have passed since that time. The hurtful thoughts came less and less. My heart gradually healed. Some babies are born with a hole in their heart. Most are healed naturally, as they grow. The hole closes. Their hearts are healthy. That’s what happened to me, but spiritually. The hole in my heart closed up. It’s sealed and strong. It took courage. I would like to take all the glory for that, but I can’t.

It was God’s love. I am so loved by God. “For God so loved the world, He gave his only Son…” As a believer, my faith has made me whole.

I share this so perhaps you can be whole also. If you suffer under the weight of unforgiveness, consider what I said in the paragraph above. How much joy have you allowed to pass by, so you could hold on to this pain? How much peace?

Take a chance. Be courageous. Forgive, that you might be forgiven.

May I Hashtag You?

One afternoon in mid-May, I happened to see the following hashtag phrase trending on Twitter:

#DescribeYourselfIn3Words

Of course, I had to click on the hashtag and see how everyone answered it. Among my favorites:

silently judging you – obsessed with pizza – cuter than u – inspired by love

Silly, maybe, but whatever the purpose of the game, it got me thinking. If I had only three words, how would I describe myself? Let me turn that around and ask, how would you describe yourself?

Always a Mother – even after my children are grown and have moved out of the house, made homes of their own, have children of their own, I’m still their mother. I’ll always mother them, as long as I have breath.

Quiet, but smart. Okay, that’s a stretch for me, but it’s true. I’m often quiet. When you’re quiet, you hear things. You read and learn things that others miss because they’re too busy talking. When I was a child, many not-so-nice things were said to me and about me. As I grew older, I figured something out. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says. It does matter what you think about yourself.

Humor sweetens truth. Another stretch, I know. But it’s part of me. My dad was the youngest of four children born into poverty. Things got worse when his father was killed. Life was extremely difficult at times. Grandma was a single mom during the Great Depression. But all of them, including Grandma, had this amazing sense of humor. When they got together, the room was filled with laughter, singing, dancing. They were happy and blessed.

RaftPolaroidHumor got them through the hard times. You may be thinking I should say faith got them through, or hope took them through. In truth, both faith and hope played a bigger part than humor. I look at it like this:

Faith is like water.

Hope is like a raft that floats on the water.

Humor is the air that fills the raft and makes it float.

So those are my three 3-word descriptions of myself. I challenge you to think of yourself in a positive light. Pick out your best traits, reduce them to three words you can easily remember, and say them over yourself. Try building yourself up, rather than tearing yourself down. And please feel free to share them with me. I’d love to see what you come up with.