I wasn’t able to forgive my husband – until I gave myself a gift

I wasn’t able to forgive my husband – until I gave myself a gift

woman-sitting-next-to-stone-wallEndless salty tears rolled down my cheeks as I replayed the evening’s events over and over in my mind as if on a loop. After providing just enough detail for me to feel as though I’d been hit by a freight train, my husband apologized for his behavior and asked for my forgiveness. And I couldn’t—wouldn’t—forgive him. No one in their right mind would expect me to forgive what my husband has done, I reasoned. No one.

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4 thoughts on “I wasn’t able to forgive my husband – until I gave myself a gift

  1. I made the choice to forgive my husband too, in a long and painful journey. Part of my struggle was the people who knew what was going on definitely thought I was being weak – ironically, I thought I was being strong! I had to be true to myself, and follow God and to do what God would want (that whole forgiving seven times seven times seven times seven etc) was living my life in the way I wanted to live and society wasn’t going to influence me in this aspect of my life, either. Thanks for sharing, Heather –

    1. That’s the paradox of faith, though, right? To live we must die, to receive we must give … I saw something the other day that inspired me, and perhaps it will encourage you, too: The first to apologize is the bravest. The first to forgive is the strongest. The first to forget is the happiest. <3 God bless you, my friend. Thank you for sharing.

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