No one was going to harm her, no one was going to cause her pain.
Her brokenness was beginning to heal. She climbed into bed, taking a deep breath, she held her husband’s hand like she had done many nights, and she drifted off to sleep.
Throwing the covers on to the floor she sprung from her bed. Her thoughts consumed with memories of her past. Forgive me? I haven’t done anything like him! I don’t go around hurting people on purpose. I have tried to do good, be good, and I’m suppose to forgive him? I can’t, and I won’t! She felt her heart seize a familiar tightening and then she burst into tears. Her body lay on the cold floor as she sobbed “God I’m sorry. I don’t know how to do this.”
Her mind raced through the past like a movie put on fast forward. She saw glimpses of her hatred, the days she wished death and hell upon that man. The vows she made and the anger she displayed were there, and again his voice spoke and said, “It was for that, I died.” She felt something shift in her heart like she had never felt before. Her breath was hard and fast and she tried everything to slow it down.
Tell me what to do. Show me how to forgive.
I am a daughter of the King, a lover of the one true God. He is my salvation, my Hope, and my Redeemer. I am the wife of one very handsome man, mama of four almost all adult kiddos, and grandma of two amazing, little people. I love the ocean, coffee shops, and good friends that provoke me to godliness. My heart’s passion is to watch God transform the lives of women, giving them beauty for ashes.