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Forgiveness: What it means to me.

I’ve always been pretty good at being able to forgive people when they have hurt me, well, eventually.  My Christian upbringing probably has something to do with that.  My mother, one of the sweetest most loving and sincere women that I know, has always had a wonderful ability to forgive and not hold grudges, even at times when most would think it impossible to forgive or even reasonable not to forgive.  She’s been the shining example in my life of how to live a grudge-free and hate-free life.  She taught me that hating someone and not forgiving people when they do things that hurt you is not the way to gain peace and harmony in life.  Because in the end, I’m the one that will be judged by God and I really don’t want to go to that last meeting with hatred and bitterness in my heart.  In the past few years I seemed to have forgotten some of those values that she taught me and have held things inside that have eaten me up so bad that it has made me depressed and physically ill.  I don’t want to live like that anymore.  I want to be free from all that negativity and be able to let my little light shine.

Merriam-Webster defines forgiveness as “the act of forgiving” and forgiving is defined as “allowing room for error or weakness.”  My tagline on my blog is “Nobody’s perfect.  Why should I be any different.”  Without even realizing it I think I was making a proclamation that I wanted to start forgiving myself of things that I’ve done and forgiving those that have hurt me.  It’s funny how it can take a long time to realize the true meaning behind thoughts that I have and things that I’ve written.

Recently I had a moment of clarity that made my heart jump for joy.  I realized that I had forgiven someone who had hurt me very badly, and through that forgiveness, beyond the pain and hurt, I had grown stronger and smarter.  Forgiving the person was what really made me feel lighter and better.  I’ve read that “Forgiveness can even lead to feelings of understanding, empathy and compassion for the one who hurt you.”  That’s so true and very important.  Once I had forgiven the person, and after they reached out to me, I saw that I wasn’t as perfect as I thought I was.  Even though I had been lied to and deceived, I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge.  I make mistakes like everyone else.  You never know what people are really going through.  I know that when people ask me how I am I usually say “fine” only because if I told them how I’m really doing it would just be too hard to explain why.

As I mentioned above, holding feelings of hatred and bitterness in your heart can cause stress related problems such as anxiety, insomnia, loss of appetite, depression, headaches, and ulcers.  It’s strange how our bodies physically react to stress and emotional pain.  I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve had some of these physical problems and I know they are definitely stress related.  In the past I’ve even contemplated suicide.  It’s still sort of a taboo subject, but it needs to be discussed.  Having such thoughts is not as uncommon as we like to think.  Even the best of us get depressed sometimes.  I once had a conversation with my grandmother about having thoughts of suicide and being the wonderful Christian woman that she was she did not judge me.  She actually opened up and told me that she too had those thoughts in the past.  The important thing to remember is that there is always someone who loves you and who would miss you, and that suicide is a very selfish act.  That’s what always stopped me.  I would start thinking about my family and how much it would hurt them if I did something like that.

Forgiveness is a beautiful thing.  It can heal you and make you a better, more understanding, and loving person.  Forgiveness is for you, not for those that have hurt you.  Another benefit of forgiving someone is that once you do forgive them, you won’t even have to say anything, it will show in your attitude and actions.  They will see that change in you and often their own attitudes and actions will change.  So let your little light shine and be a good example for others to follow.  🙂

Jesus!…loves me!

Since I am the Preacher’s Daughter, I also have a Preacher’s Wife for a momma, that’s what we call mothers in the South.   She is a beautiful Christian woman inside and out, and she’s an ordained minister too.  So not only did I grow up with one preacher as a parent, but two.  I am doubly blessed, or so I’m told.

I never really considered her to be a preacher in the “behind the pulpit on Sunday morning” kind of way, to me she’s always been more of a “walk the walk and talk the talk” kind of preacher.  She ministers to people when they are down and depressed, have fallen on tough times, or just need a kind word and a smile.  She’s always willing to fill up a box of groceries out of her own pantry for a complete stranger (or even one of her own children) that has no food.  Because she’s been there herself.  She knows what it is like to be without, be sad, be lonely, and in need of a kind word or helping hand.

However,  she has her faults just like the rest of us.

When I was sixteen it was left up to her to give me driving lessons.  She had a maroon late-eighties Chevrolet Caprice Classic.  It looked like a boat on wheels.  It drove like one too.  I’m only 5’2″ now and I could barely see over the steering wheel back then and it was all I could do to keep it on the road.  It looked much like the one below.

Now a days the ones you see have been “upgraded” to look more like this:

Now if my momma’s Caprice Classic had looked like the one above, I would have been much less embarrassed while driving it.  Plus it would have just been downright hilarious to see my little 5’1″ momma getting in that thing and driving it to Piggly Wiggly.

Back to my driving lesson.  So while she was sitting in the passenger seat, seat belt securely buckled, every muscle in her body tensed up, trying to direct me on how to drive and where to go, it just so happened that the car in front of me slowed down.  This must not have ever happened to my momma before while she was driving because she yelled out “Jesus!”  And to cover her blaspheming she quickly added, in song, “loves me this I know!

Since that time when my momma gets nervous while riding along with me or my sister and yells out our name, reaches for the dashboard, and puts her foot on her imaginary brake pedal, we automatically start singing “Jesus Loves Me” and she immediately turns red and starts laughing.  We love making momma laugh.  Bless her heart. 🙂