"Father, I don't want to hold unforgiveness in my heart against anyone. But I need your help in order to let go of the bitterness I feel because of the pain some people have caused me. Help me stay away from bitterness at all times. Thank you. In Jesus' name. Amen"
This prayer tied in with the devotion from Joyce Meyer's book Strength for Each Day that my friend Rhonda and I have been using for our daily readings this year. Forgiveness is an issue with me because I tend to equate forgiveness with acceptance. If I forgive someone for saying mean things to me, then I am telling them it was all right to do it and I accept that they had a reason to do it so I must have deserved it. I am not sure why I feel that way. Instead I want them to realize that they were wrong, that I should not have been belittled or mocked or whatever it was that the person did or said, and that they know it hurt me, so then I will forgive them.
I have struggled for a long time with this concept of forgiveness, as you can tell. Rhonda and I have discussed it at length. I have read so much about it. I have prayed about it. I have talked to other people about it. But I am still stuck.
My main problem is that I am having trouble saying "I forgive you" to my mother. Well, I can't say it TO her since she is dead, but I can think about saying it to her.
She belittled me. Not only when I was younger and living at home, but as an adult.
I could never do anything right. Not when I was living at home. Not as a teacher. Not as a wife and mother. Not as a daughter.
She couldn't recognize my accomplishments. All A's on my report card were not good enough. Being 4th in my graduating class wasn't good enough. Being awarded a full tuition scholarship wasn't recognized. Graduating from Purdue with a master's degree wasn't even mentioned or acknowledged. Any honors were glossed over.. West Central Teacher of the Year? Semi-Finalist in the state? No congratulations. Department chair? So what? Being re-classified at the college as an assistant professor, then an associate professor? Nothing. Just a slam that I thought I was better than everyone else. Receiving the award for Favorite Instructor at the Logansport campus? Who cares?
And my family? Gary was just a farmer. Megan was such a picky eater and had a bed-wetting problem. Hilary? I don't think she knew enough about her to even make a negative comment.
My grandmother wouldn't come to my house because it was so filthy dirty. Dad always said he couldn't believe we lived in such a dump. My sister wouldn't come to my house because she felt so cut off from civilization.
And the list goes on. That doesn't even include all of the physical abuse when I was living at home and the episode with the gun.
Yes. I struggle to forgive. And if I told her that I forgave her, she would be furious because she never did or said anything that needed forgiveness. Why? Because she was perfect.
As I am writing this and pouring out all of those things, I know that I haven't forgotten and probably won't. But now I am reading a book that was recommended by my personal trainer. The title is "Will I Ever Be Good Enough" and our discussion one day about devotions with Rhonda and our connection led to Megan making that recommendation for me. After reading the first section, I know that I grew up with a narcissistic mother. As I read through the book, I know that there will be suggestions from the author to help me with the process of forgiveness. Maybe between prayer and focusing on the suggestions I read, I can finally push this issue away from my mind and heart. I hope so. It has plagued me for so long and I am ready to let it go.
Maybe being ready to let it go is half the issue too?