I struggle with forgiveness. I hold on to painful memories with an iron fist and think not too pleasantly about the times in my life when I lost faith in all the things that truly matter.
Is everyone worth a chance at redemption?
Do I believe in second chances?
Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
My flaws have folds and my layers keep peeling. I use self-deprecating humor to deflect from the fact that sometimes I’d like to jump out of my skin and try another pelt on for size (figuratively speaking of course, because that’s a really gross visual).
How many chances do you give a shitty friend? How many times have your friends forgiven you, when you yourself have gone a beat too long without a word, an answered phone call, or a returned email?
The truth of the matter is that sometimes we hold our friends and family members up to unreasonable expectations that we ourselves fall short of. I realized this recently myself when I was angry with a friend who hadn’t responded to texts, though a quick scroll confirmed that I was the one who had dropped the ball. And that mountain of emails–there are so many I’ve neglected for months! I ask for forgiveness when life gets in the way, and do solemnly swear to cut slack when you need some time to climb out of your circumstances.
The world is very fragile right now, and something as simple as forgiveness can make a huge difference. It’ll lessen the burden on your heart and can help a friend in need.
Do you have a hard time with forgiveness, too?
Keeping it short and sweet today because it’s Monday, there’s not enough coffee, and work beckons. I wish everyone a wonderful week ahead, and I look forward to spending some time with your blogs this afternoon. *HUGS!*