Forgiving: When You’re the Problem

Recently I stumbled upon some pictures I had taken in college. In one I was with my friends dancing at a hoedown. In another I was holding up a french fry shaped like a cross! As I clicked the right arrow button, my heart immediately sank. In front of me was a seemingly meaningless picture of someone holding a drawing of an eggplant in Goodwill, which their outfit comically matched. My mind raced.

Forgive:

  1. To give up resentment of or claim to requital for
  2. To cease to feel resentment against (an offender)

In essence, forgiveness is letting go. It is letting go of all that has been done to you. All the pain and horrible words, all the betrayal and gut-wrenching lies. Often it is said that forgiving releases you, as withholding it won’t harm the offender. But what if the offender is you?

I had forgiven this person long ago. It was, and still is, on my heart to build that bridge that was destroyed, but sometimes caring about a person isn’t getting what you want, but respecting their wishes instead. Forgiveness #1, check.

Forgiveness #2, oh my sweet friend, I wish.

I had to step back and evaluate myself with one simple question. Would I want to be around me during (insert amount of time, relationship, life happening, etc) this friendship?

On that specific day? Yes. Months before and after? Yes. Closer to where our friendship ended? Not even close. I welled up  with tears, thinking of my wrong doings. The offender in me recounted everything. Sting upon sting hit my heart. How could I forgive myself for these transgressions?

I don’t know. I have tried to make things right, yet it seems as nothing in the situation has changed. It still rips me apart. It’s embarrassing. I want a do-over. I want to show people that I made a mistake. Have you been there?

I’ll tell you what I do know though.

Because I can trust God, I hold steadfast to Him. Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made I know I am more than this. Because I can have peace, I sow peace in my other friendships. Because I am loved, I love those who have also made mistakes.

I am not my mistakes and neither are you. My dear, YOU are a new creation because of Christ. Every single day you wake up, you are made new. I need to say this over myself more, I write this for you and for me: Your mistakes do not define the amazing, gorgeous, peaceful, strong, perfect you that God created.

We cannot hold this embarrassment and shame over our heads forever, even if those you’ve harmed do. I’m still learning this. The pain may still hit to your core, but know that you are more.

An Apology from A Young, Christian, White, Middle-Class Woman

Look everywhere around this world and you will see a mess. People are messy, families are messy, need I even say that politics are messy. I don’t know about you, but living in this world bogs me down. Day after day I see hate screamed from Donald Trump and hear heart breaking stories of detestation towards numerous types of people in every news article I see.

This hurts.

I hurt for Muslims that have been targeted by ridiculous attacks against their religion. I hurt for refugees who aren’t welcomed with open arms after months or years of treacherous travel. I hurt for the LGBTQ community that faces ridicule even in 2016. I hurt for undocumented immigrants that receive a handshake from their employer and then are jeered at for “taking American jobs”. I hurt for Black Americans in Chicago and other cities who are told they live in crime and drug infested areas. I hurt for so many more.

The common thing between all of these? They don’t pertain to me.

I cannot begin to feel the pain that is laced within the rhetoric of people who spew hate. Even writing this I begin to cry for my brothers and sisters who have been attacked. Words have power. Words tear down.

I imagine you sitting in that white chair, surrounded by lush vines. I hem and haw over what I would say to you. So as someone who hasn’t felt the brunt of this hate, I need to apologize.

I’m sorry.

I am so sorry that there are many people who don’t respect your religion or even know that it teaches peace. I’m sorry that you are scared, for valid reasons, that the U.S. doesn’t want you here. I am sorry that there are still people who choose to judge and condemn you without knowing a single thing about you. I’m sorry that people stereotype communities and make rash assumptions. I’m sorry people find it easier to hate than to accept others.

The way we choose to see the world creates the world we see.

I choose to see the world, and you, as someone in my family and someone to love. Someone to understand and someone to learn from. Someone to stand beside and someone to be strong with. Someone who has a lot more experience and knowledge than me. Someone who I want to understand. Someone who is amazing.

I am sorry for those who choose to see the opposite of these things. You are valued and you are welcomed. Even if everyone else doesn’t think this, you have one young, Christian, white, middle-class woman who cares about you for exactly who you are. No questions asked.

What We Don’t Deserve

“You deserve someone who knows what they want: and that what they want is you.”

These were the words that were uttered over me by a very dear family member as we were having lunch one sunny Florida day. “Did I deserve this?” I pondered as I ate my okra.

I had recently been through my first real heartbreak, one of many to come. I was young and felt as if I would never find (what I thought was love) again. What happened next was 3 years of finding myself. I traveled. I strengthened my relationships with family and friends. I latched onto every experience I could. I began to love myself.

During this time I met a man. Our romance began in a whirlwind. We spent multiple nights and days planning our futures together. Maybe we would serve? Maybe we would start our own business? The opportunities were endless. I fell deeply in love. But as quickly as our relationship started, it came to an end. I was lost.

I thought back to that okra lunch date years earlier. “You deserve someone who knows what they want: and that what they want is you” I said over myself.

6 months since then I’ve gone on multiple dates. Good dates turned into good talks, which ultimately turned into incompatibility. Nonetheless I stayed steadfast in the joy of the Lord. Then I truly met someone who rocked my world.

He is kind. He is passionate about me. He is loving. He comforts me. He wants me for me. He loves me despite every mistake I make, or how many times I erroneously lead with my feelings. I hadn’t simply met any man, but THE one who died for me.

Christ has come into my life in ways that I still have yet to discover. Many days I do not feel Him, but I know He is there. I know that He is working on me and mending me.

Through each heartbreak I’ve faced, I’ve been made a better person. Instead of getting angry easily, I physically open up my hands, inviting transparency in. I cry all the time now at the most mundane things. I am cognizant of how I try and realign my day to day thoughts. I take alone time to go to a farmer’s market or the library, because it fills me. I pray daily for those you have harmed me, or vice-versa.

These may seem small, but to me, each and every one of these things is God’s handiwork.

One of my favorite authors Lysa Terkurst says in her new book Uninvited, “If we will remember to return often to our Instructor…our Creator…we will discover His loving hands still pulse to continue making us. Tweaking us. Molding us. Filling us. And daily completing the good work He began in us.”

You deserve someone who knows what they want. And that what they want is you. The one who can ALWAYS satisfy this is the Lord. He’s whispered to me in the stillness, when I cry out to Him saying that He’s gotten my attention, what does He wants? “You.” He says. “You.”

We do not deserve the Creator of the entire universe wanting us, but it is freely given. That astounds me every single day. That despite the times I’ve messed up He wants ME. No matter what. And He wants you.