It is amazing how the topic of forgiveness can get those figurative wheels turning inside one’s brain. Another student of mine approached me about her struggle with amnesty toward her mother.
When Brittany was eight she walked in on her mother having an affair with someone who was not her father. Such a traumatic experience shaped her spite around her mother—especially when at that moment her mother’s words to her were, “I hope you’re happy” Her mother’s words have echoed in her head and pierced her heart repeatedly like little daggers, causing a rift between her and the slightest chance for reparation. She was even more devastated when her father was diagnosed with a disease similar to ALS. Even amidst his depreciating health, Brittany’s father forgave her mother, something of which she has never been able to understand—until now.
She told me that although it is difficult for her to look at her mother once again with admiration, she is learning through her father’s remaining time that making amends may outweigh the alternative. And even more impressive were her words in retort to her mother’s: “I know that not only will I be happy when I can let go of all of this, but maybe my mother will be, too. I pray that day will be soon, for both of our sakes.”
Heavenly Father: Guide our words so that they fall like feathers on our foes and not like bricks on their toes.
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