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Sunday, February 24, 2013
I awake early to pray but something is off, not right. It occurs to me I am angry. Upset. I feel my rights have been violated by someone close to me. Could I talk to that person to try to make ammends? No, much too early. The sleepy sun hasn't even begun to peek over the horizon. I try to pray, but it's like a hitting a brick wall. Nothing comes so I sit.
I think of the scripture
And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him so that your Father in heaven may forgive you. Mark 11:25
I know that I can't talk to that person, but I can begin making amends. I can forgive. I tell God how I feel. Confess that I've been too wrapped up in myself and too unconcerned with others. I reflect on the millions of violations I've committed before a Holy God who lavishes his forgiveness on me time and time again. Unforgiveness towards anyone seems like a selfish, unspeakable crime for someone like me who has been forgiven of so much. I decide to forget when my flesh tries to remember. I'll put those cruel, condemning thoughts out of my mind and remember how God has forgiven me time and time again. I remember His Spirit in me, enabling me to exhibit divine forgiveness.