I formerly held very staunch views on forgiveness and reconciliation debacle within in the church. I was told, forgive, FORGIVE, forgive or God will spit you out of his mouth. Pretty sure that part isn’t true, I don’t imagine God to be a spitter. In hindsight I did what was told, what I thought the bible said and in my fear based relationship with The Almighty.
As I have grown and shifted in my faith I can no longer see Him as angry and vengeful. I see him as patient kind and loving. Therefore knowing the cost of each measure of forgiveness I lay down. I take my parents for example. I will forgive them, I believe that. I also believe that going through this therapeutic healing time will aid in the future forgiveness and that which I have already worked through.
Here’s the clincher with that; I will never be reconciled to them. They won’t know me in the years to come and unfortunately for them they are missing out on a relationship with their granddaughter because of their abuse, manipulative and toxic ways. That’s the choice they made when they decided that continuously to abuse us. It was an incredibly hard choice to make, of course because it’s my blood family. But they were also hurting Abigail and as her mom it’s my choice to protect her.
I don’t know what this forgiveness path and possibly reconciliation looks like with the rest of the people who have hurt me and the people I have hurt. I don’t some of those bridges completely burned because these are people that I was once extremely close too. Some of those people fall into the category of being so toxic that I would not be able to have a healthy reconciliation with.
What I struggle with, and there was a bit of talk about this on twitter last night. What do you do with those people who were part of your formative growth and heels in the ground faith? We hurt each other and are all in very different places right now. I easily can see where some of the relationships fell apart. I was in the midst of a battle and my sights were set on finding god a new way. When that didn’t go over well there was a definite schism between me and the majority of my friends.
Forgiveness is hard work. Laying aside those wounds and burdens that I have carried that are becoming too heavy. I don’t have a “way it works” solution because a prescribed thing only works with medicine.
It’s a daily work of changing my own heart, my own ways and learning what healthy relationships look like. Then moving forward with that.
The way I have worked out being reconciled is that I am doing everything I can do to heal and be a different mom than I had. I am raising my daughter to see what unconditional love looks like and how a family that loves above all else looks.
I aim to teach her boundaries daily, that she has bodily autonomy and that she doesn’t always have to follow the directions of adults because their directions aren’t always safe or within her own boundaries. And yes I did say that. Children do have the ability to say no to adults.
I also saw reconciliation in another totally opposite today. I was passing by the mirror and saw my hair in a mess, I am sweaty and I don’t remember if I put deodorant on. I realized at that moment that “this IS my life” Not that messy hair and stink pits are a lifetime ambition but it’s where I am at right now and I had to reconcile that that morning.
Depression is a life sucking bitch. But I am not fully believing that it’s going to last, I have hope. The #darknesspassing hashtag with be around for awhile. I won’t give up this time even if that means that I am going to one small thing a day till I push through the walls that are inside, the walls that are protecting the root of my pain.
That also applies to my circumstances I believe. They are really shitty right now. That could be the depression or the depression could be due in part to my circumstances, either way I am not backing down. Rather slowing down. Trying to get all the things done in a week is not likely. But the eternal circumstances (also meaning the growth I carry) don’t apply to my circumstances. I can be reconciled to the fact that things are hard but not allow it to pull me under.
I am learning, through my circumstances and changing faith that reconciliation doesn’t always mean that things are going to change (relationships) and that things won’t always be one certain way (life stuff)
That’s where my definition of reconciliation has changed on the plain of forgiveness. I can forgive and move on but know that I did everything I could in a relationship to either forgive or even rebuild a burnt bridge. However it doesn’t always mean that the relationship is salvaged or even salvageable.
In my heart I know that I am moving forward in a new way, as my life compass readjusts itself.
That doesn’t always mean that things will look like I think they should and that some relationships may never have a bridge built back but when I know that I am and have done everything I could my heart settles.