Rummaging through my late father-in-law’s vital docs, I stumbled upon a little piece of paper that dredged up a sea of old wounds. Two days away from the funeral and I wanted to drop him in a shallow grave and walk away. Yep, it was that bad.
It took me two days of reeling and writhing with myself to finally take my power back.
Was I going to stay super glued to the hell of a past neither of us could change? OR was I going to gently let him and all the yuck between us sink into the sea of forgetfulness and think of him fondly, faults and all? The choice was mine.
And the choice is YOURS.
Forgiveness is always a choice and many of us are stuck with unforgiveness of past employers, associates, friends, spouses, relatives and our own choices.
How many times have you heard that? Sigh. But I want to outline three basic steps to getting there. Your freedom is at stake. Your health is at stake. Choose life.