See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.
Walking through the wooded part of our country place, we continually check for any signs of wildlife activity, predators, possible breaches in the fence line. It’s not an easy walk through these woods of massive oaks, fallen trees, vines dangling and entangling, and areas of underbrush. On more than one occasion I’ve found if I don’t keep focused on the path, the sprawling roots and underbrush will cause me to trip up, stumble and even fall flat on my face. The entangling roots cause me great trouble and can really mess me up.
Entangling roots. Strangely, the Spirit has been using those roots to speak to me. To speak to me about forgiveness.
The whisper comes to me in the Word, it comes to me from other people, it comes to me from those entangling roots. Forgive.
Forgive the ones who’ve hurt you.
Forgive the ones that don’t care to be forgiven.
And forgive yourself.
I’m amazed how quickly it seems I’ve been able to utter those words, “I forgive you” on the outside, but on the inside . . .
In my heart, too many times, I’m standing there with my arms folded across my chest, resisting . . . not yielding to real forgiveness in my heart. I’ve put myself in a cave of unforgiveness.
But I’ve got a right to be there! After all, “they” are the ones who did me wrong. “They” are the ones who rejected me, hurt my feelings, spoke such cruel,hurtful words . . . and “they” will never, ever admit they were wrong.
So, you see I’ve got a right to be here. [Don’t I?]
So much so, that I’ve rearranged these hurts so many times; it’s like rearranging furniture and such in our home. [And if you ask my sweet husband, he will tell you I’m a pro at rearranging things] Sadly, all this rearranging of hurts made this cave a pretty comfortable place. But it also made this place in my heart bitter, unforgiving, resentful and definitely not reflecting God’s Grace towards me.
Yet, the Spirit is showing me through these roots in the woods forgiveness is commanded, especially when it comes to the ones that could care less if I forgive them. It’s not a comfortable place to be. I’m stumbling all over the place. This pressing on my heart hurts.
Well, maybe if I forgive them, the hurts will go away. Maybe the feelings of rejection will just walk right away from me. Wrong. Not just wrong, dead wrong.
When I finally got the message and really began to let go of all the hurt I was holding so tightly in the muscle of my heart the transformation began.
The forgiveness was not about them . . . it’s about me and the Truth of His Promise.
His Promise for my freedom.