forgiveness (v)
March 19, 2015 § 5 Comments
Forgiveness is a tricky blessing, it dismisses us of the burden of our armor while leaving our hearts more susceptible to harm. We are at once both liberated and bound by faith in want of trust. It is an awkward, painful experience of hope. A terrifying leap without a net.
I am, by nature, a creature without wings. My feet drag against the earth unwilling to fly; to undress my armor and leap.
Today I spoke clearly and firmly of old hurts, pushing past the trembling voice of anxious defensiveness; laying down my pride. I honored an invitation to truth by purposefully naming needs without blame in search of understanding. Digging my heels into the moment I listened forcefully, making myself honor another’s courage to step vulnerably within painful memories.
Tonight my mind, body, and spirit are heavy with the muscle memory of letting go and holding on. I feel as if I fell through the looking glass and landed hard on uneven ground. Our normal feels too loud, uncomfortable and too eager, but it also feels like hope.
Forgiveness is a verb.
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I could not agree more. It’s an act of letting go and one that results a shedding the power; the grip held on you by all those hurts. In so doing it allows you to move on and maybe even to begin to heal. All the best.
I only wish forgiving gifted us the grace of forgetting.
I see forgiveness differently … if I am able to let go of the hold on me by someone who has hurt me deeply, that is enough. I can move ahead, not forgetting, but not strangled by the evil done to me. M.E. Latela
I tend to agree, but in this instance forgiveness feels like a steep climb toward a more peaceful plateau; something I can only push against until the effort is less conscious.
Marie, I hear you, but I have tried the steep climb, then I had to let it be. Perhaps I am just strong enough to live as full a life as possible, tuck the hurts inside my heart, and just take them out from time to time and cry about them.