Forgiveness
Forgiveness can be a touchy subject. So instead of painting broad strokes with how everyone else needs to be forgiving, I'll just take a moment to mention my attitude toward it. I did not grow up in a very forgiving home. Sure, I was always expected to forgive the person who came and sat on my bed at the end of the day and asked for forgiveness, but as a general rule, I was taught early, and well, how to hold a grudge. Past wounds lingered, festered, and always left a bitter taste. I grew up and became a source of one of those grudges. Some days I handle it well and other days I just miss what could have been. As each day passes I become more aware that my only job in this situation is to forgive. Not just one time, but all the time. Every time I think about what has been lost, I need to forgive. Forgiving has become a habit, but it hasn't become my habit in every situation. That is where I have much room to grow. With the people who taught me how to hold a grudge, I have