Forgiveness, like love, is personal. What it means to you may be different from what it means to me. Our histories, our beliefs, and our personalities define it for us in the moment as we struggle to both understand and embrace it.
It is one thing to forgive a friend for a slight of words or a promise made then broken; but, it is quite another task to forgive when the affront threatens our very being.
"I forgive him or her," can be an act of faith or denial, depending upon the gravity and the complexity of the offense--and our respect for and love of ourselves.
True forgiveness for me has been and is a progression of faltering baby steps through a storm of flying debris. With time, I have learned to walk more freely as I've sorted through the jungle of terrors hidden in my heart. And through this lengthy process, I've realized that as we travel this sacred path, faithful to who we are, the heavens accompany us--for we are never alone.
It is one thing to forgive a friend for a slight of words or a promise made then broken; but, it is quite another task to forgive when the affront threatens our very being.
"I forgive him or her," can be an act of faith or denial, depending upon the gravity and the complexity of the offense--and our respect for and love of ourselves.
True forgiveness for me has been and is a progression of faltering baby steps through a storm of flying debris. With time, I have learned to walk more freely as I've sorted through the jungle of terrors hidden in my heart. And through this lengthy process, I've realized that as we travel this sacred path, faithful to who we are, the heavens accompany us--for we are never alone.
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