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I thought I was over the hurt. I was sure I had moved on, but as I slipped my thumb under the seal of the invitation to my ten-year college reunion, I realized I had not forgiven her.
During our last semester at school, harsh tones and accusing anger from a friend had been more than I could handle, especially in the middle of my battle with depression.
Soul-sadness - Self-doubt - Friend - Something
I was living with deep soul-sadness and overwhelming self-doubt I couldn’t explain or escape. When my friend questioned something I’d done, it was clear she was extremely frustrated with me.
Not having the mental or emotional strength to process her criticism, I allowed her words to shove me into a pit of shame.
Years - Person - Ways - Others - Opinions
Ten years passed, and I was a different person in many ways. Still vulnerable to others’ opinions but by the grace of God’s love and healing power, along with years of counseling and medication, I had been set free from the pain of my past. Or, so I thought.
Even ten years later, holding an invitation to attend an event where I’d likely see her, my heart was flooded with painful and paralyzing emotions that mirrored those I felt the day our friendship ended.
Reunion - Invitation - Drawer - Weeks - Prisoner
I put the reunion invitation in a drawer and tried to ignore it for weeks. Eventually, though, I got tired of being a prisoner to my pain. I wanted freedom. The kind of freedom I’d experienced during the ten years in between — the freedom of forgiveness Jesus died to give to me.
With every ounce of courage I had, I returned my RSVP with a brave yes.
Weeks - Reunion - Hours - Scriptures - Forgiveness
In the weeks leading up to the reunion, I spent hours reading and praying through Scriptures about forgiveness, journaling through details I could remember about what happened and asking Jesus to help me see...
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