When the wounds of this world sting like countless paper cuts against my heart, it’s easy for me to lean into “unforgiveness.” It’s easier for me to bring bitterness, rather than grace, to the table. It’s easy for me to forget that I have been forgiven all.
“But they were wrong. They should apologize to me!” I try to justify my anger. Stewing and steaming, I toss and turn in my bed. Their slights against me dig deeper.
“My child, how much have I forgiven you?” The whisper calls me out of darkness and into the light.
It’s by grace alone that God did not leave me in my own filth. But rather, seeing the full measure of my sin, chose to offer the greatest of all forgiveness. Forgiveness that cost Him everything — the death of His son upon a cross.
I have been seen in my entirety.
And still, I have been forgiven all.
I too am called to radical forgiveness.
This forgiveness does not make me weak. It doesn’t mean I’m a doormat to be trampled on — but rather, brings testament to the God who forgave first. It’s a call to leave my pride at the door, and walk forward with grace and humility.
I have been forgiven all. Not according to my own works. But according to the generous mercy and abounding grace of a just God.
May I never take that lightly.
“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
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