My Wrestlings with Forgiveness
I have battled with forgiveness for years, (for the sake of sharing this, I’ll call the person, “Reilly”) I cry because I was hurt, and then say that I forgive. I get angry because of that hurt, and what I feel is injury upon injury, and I feel bitterness in my soul against this person. Then again I realize that I need to forgive... I say that I’ve forgiven Reilly, but then I fall quickly back into a pattern of speaking poorly of Reilly, making uncharitable jokes at their expense, and having an overall bitter taste in my mouth every time that I mention them or that they are brought up. At least, I thought that I had forgiven them, and while I thought that it was a repeated thing that I needed to do, it kind of ended up feeling like I had earned the right to equate "forgiveness" with cold civility. As the scenario is, Reilly would never know how I felt, or how I speak about them, “I’m civil when I see them,” I justify my civility (and nothing more) because Reilly has ne...