One last wish.
The longing of a dying mother’s heart.
A wish that only one person could have satisfied. But he didn’t.
If you’ve read any of my books, you know that my childhood was a cauldron of violent arguments, alcohol induced rage, and physically terrifying fights. As a child I saw things that a child should never see and heard things that a child should never hear. My parents were a mess.
Their kids were even messier.
But God—my two favorite words in the Bible.
I met Jesus in a powerful way when I was fourteen years old, my mom followed when I was seventeen, and my mean old dad accepted Christ when I was twenty. Our family was a portrait of mercy and grace painted by the hand of an all-loving God.
A lot of forgiveness took place over the next thirty years as God re-shaped and re-molded once hardened hearts.
But not everyone received the gift. Some held it at arms length and said, “No thanks. I’m hanging onto my hate.”
Some chose to cling to unforgiveness and grasp resentment with a tight unrelenting fist. And the gift of grace was refused.
My mom did not get her final wish…to see her son one more time. I was sad for her, but mostly, I was sad for him. He missed the blessing of seeing the miracle of mom’s gentleness, mom’s humble kindness, mom’s overflowing love for her family. He missed the preciousness of her final days.
Friend, I don’t want you to miss out on a single blessing God has for you. Not a one. Nothing will block the flow of grace like an unforgiving heart. [Tweet This]
Unforgiveness is drinking a poison and waiting for the other person to die.
Forgiveness is setting the prisoner free and realizing the prisoner was you.
Once there was a little boy who had his hand caught in a valuable vase. After many failed attempts to get it free, his father decided the only solution was to smash the vase. But before the hammer came down upon the delicate porcelain, his father said, “Son, let’s try one more time. Open your hand inside the vase, and then bring your fingertips together. Now, try and slide your hand out of the opening.”
Then the boy looked up at his dad and replied, “I can’t, Daddy. If I do that, I’ll drop my penny.”
How many times do we miss out on God’s abundant blessings because we hold onto the pennies?
Are you clinging to unforgiveness with a tightly clenched fist that says, “By golly I am not going to forgive that person who hurt me!”? “She/He doesn’t deserve it!”
I am struck with the words of Paul to the Colossians: “Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”
Forgiveness is not for the benefit of the person who hurt you. It is for the benefit of the one doing the forgiving.
I don’t want you to miss out on a single one of God’s blessings.
Let go of unforgiveness.
Grab hold of grace.
Will you join me?
For more on the power of forgiveness, see my book,
Your Scars Are Beautiful to God: Finding Peace and Purpose in the Hurts of Your Past.