Colossians 3:13 ESV says: Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.
Has someone hurt you so badly that every time you hear their name or see them, your throat becomes tight and tears threaten?
Forgiving someone is not always an easy thing to do, especially when the hurt comes from someone you least expect. Someone perhaps, that you trusted or respected. We need to work through this kind of hurt and allow God to release His love within us. Yes, we can forgive, and the hurt can still linger. Just when we think we’re okay, small subtle things, not noticed by others, can rip us apart all over again.
As simple as it sounds, walking away if not always possible when the source cannot be avoided. It could be a family member, someone you work with or even a church elder, yet we need to consciously prayer for those who hurt us.
Do we have friends who want to step in for us, or loved ones who want to rescue us? Ask them for prayer support. Ask them to pray that you can commit to forgiveness.
Once while praying in a similar situation an image formed in my mind. Jesus was holding a heart in the palm of his hands. Hurts and fears spilled out of the heart. This was not my heart but of the one I was praying for; the one who had caused my own hurt. This person was going through a far greater pain.
Sure we do not deserve the hurt we feel just because your of accuser’s actions. And yes, rumors and untruths can be more damaging than the instigator could ever imagine. Nonetheless, we must forgive them. Sadly, in some instances, the truth may never be revealed.
Be prayerful of those who continue to cause hurt you. They may never now how wrong they were about you but it doesn’t matter in the eyes of the Father, we need to pray for our enemies and be confidence that forgiveness will reign in your heart and theirs too.
Father, in your love, help us to forgive others even when others will not forgive. Continue to hold the heart of those who hurt us and lead them to a closer relationship with you so they may know your grace and healing, as we will. Amen.
© Chrissy Siggee 2012
Scripture Verses used are from the ESV Version of the Bible
Abigail Hyatt was almost seven and her daddy let her choose where to have her birthday party. It had been a sad winter and a party was a good idea.
‘Can we have it at the park, Daddy?’ Abigail asked.
‘Which park, Abigail?’
‘The big one, Daddy— the one Mummy loved. You know… the one where we threw the rose petals after her funeral.’
‘If that’s where you want it, then that’s where we shall have it.’ Daddy kissed the tip of her nose.
Abigail smiled. ‘I’ll help with the invitations but we have to invite Grandpa and Grandma Lawson. Do you think they’ll come, Daddy?’
‘You can ask them. They would like that.’
Her smile faded. “I wish they didn’t live so far away. Do you think Grandpa and Grandma miss Mummy, too?”
‘I’m sure they do. I would miss you, my darling daughter, if you had died. Now, let’s not be sad. Mummy would want us to enjoy your party.’
‘I want to wear the party dress Mummy bought me last year.’
‘Abigail, honey, I don’t think it will fit. You have grown so tall. Why don’t we go to the mall tomorrow after school and see what we can find?’
Finaly the party day arrived. It was a sunny day and the park had lots of spring flowers growing in the gardens. Abigail could see her grandparents at the end of the short path that led to the playground. They were tying balloons on swings and trees. There were two picnic tables. One had lots of party food on it and the other held a huge birthday cake with pink icing.
‘Grandma! Grandpa!’ Abigail called and ran to meet them.
‘Abigail! You look so grown up and your party dress is so pretty,’ Grandma said, smiling.
‘It’s Mummy’s favourite colour. Do you think she’d like it?’
‘I think it’s perfect,” Grandpa said.’
‘Abigail,’ Daddy said quietly. “Your friends have arrived.’
She looked up at Daddy to ask him to greet them for her, but he was wiping something out of his eye. Grandma hugged Abigail. Abigail knew Grandma was crying too so she hugged her as well. ‘Oh Grandma, I miss Mummy soooo much, but she would want us to enjoy the party.’
Grandpa hugged them both ‘Yes, she would. Now go and meet your friends and enjoy the afternoon.’
Abigail greeted her friends and opened her presents. A clown skipped into the playground, making the children laugh. He twisted balloons to form the shape of little animals, stood on his hands and spun hoops on his feet. Abigail thought it was the best party ever.
Abigail was too excited to go to bed that night. After her bath, she dressed in her new summer night gown, and sat on Grandpa’s knee while he read her favourite story: Noah’s Ark. She knew it almost by heart because her mummy had always read it before she went to sleep—sometimes twice.
‘Abigail,” Daddy said, coming into the room with a glass of milk. “Grandma and Grandpa Lawson want to talk to you.’
Abigail felt suddenly afraid. Daddy had said something like that when Mummy got sick. She remembered that Mummy was crying and Daddy told her they would be okay. Abigail climbed off her grandpa’s knee and went to her daddy.
‘It’s all right, Abigail,” Grandma smiled at her. “Everything is OK.’
‘You see,” Daddy said, lifting Abigail onto his knee, “we all miss Mummy very much and…’
‘What your daddy is trying to say, is that we miss your mummy, too,” Grandma continued. “But, we also miss you and your daddy.’
Grandpa sat on the floor in front of Daddy and Abigail reached down to hug his neck.
Grandpa took a deep breath. ‘Grandma and I want to move in with you and Daddy, at least until we get a house close by. Your daddy and I talked about it a lot and we think your mummy would like it. What do you think?’
‘This is the best birthday gift ever! Can they live with us, Daddy… please?’
‘Abigail, this is your birthday gift. It’s up to you.’ Daddy was laughing now. He hadn’t laughed for a long time.
She jumped off her daddy’s knee and hugged her grandpa and her grandma. ‘Please come and stay— I’ll even let you call me Abby. Mummy always called me Abby.’
My heart reaches out
with a passion for your love
Your love flows through me
like a river going home.
I stand in awe
at your loveliness
and lift my hands
to praise your name.
My mind reaches out
with a passion for your Word—
Your presence surrounds me
like the vastness of this land.
I stand in awe
at this establishment
and lift my gaze
to see your power.
My hand reaches out
with a passion for your touch—
Your glory lights the way
like a rainbow after the storm.
I stand in awe
of the creators design
and lift my head
to worship you.
My soul reaches out
with a passion for your peace—
Your presents overwhelms
like the vastness of the sea.
I stand in awe
at your creation
and lift my eyes—
Lord, I adore you.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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