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Someone posted elsewhere on C F about forgiving someone who has done you wrong, how hard that is, and what that means, I think this is complicated when you are in the middle of your pain and confusion, the wrongdoer is unrepentant, and the issue is unresolved, but I have a personal story exploring this issue..
My father was a violent and abusive man to me when I was a teenager, and also to my beloved my mother, he passed away away a few years ago, unapologetic and seemingly unrepentant.
I hated him passionatly as a young woman and cursed him at every opportunity, sady, that hate and anger is all other people saw, and far from granting me the sympathy and understanding I craved, I got blamed for his wrongdoing which made me even angrier, and more hurt, and all of this reflected in the relationships that were attracted to me throughout my life leaving me feeling broken and seeking Gods help in my early 40's.
I prayed that God would take my hurt and I put my life in his hands, he then transformed my life beyond my wildest dreams, however, as my fathers life was nearing an end, I was tasked with his care, part of my curses as a young woman was that I would never care for him in his old age, what to do?
However, as I had come to God, I could not reconcile myself to behave in a way that would displease him, so took took care of my fathers bodily needs to the letter, he wanted for nothing, I did this as I felt I owed it to myself to be the person God wanted me to be, but I did it without love for my earthly father, I believed it was up to God to judge him.
As my father was nearing his end, he began to have repetitive and frightening nightmares about going to a happy or lovely place like a castle, or Christmas in his childhood home, only to find when he got there it was a vast black terrifying empty void, was he looking into his soul? Or was it foretelling his afterlife?
I visited my father in his last days hoping he would finally admit what he had done, but he did not, I went to the hospital chapel and meditated on this, and to my enormous surprise cried like a baby, not for me, but at the thought of him going to hell forever for being unrepentant, he hadn't been a 100% bad person and I wanted him to ask God to forgive him, but as a lifelong non believer I knew he wouldn't or didn't even know how important it was, so I asked the chaplain to ask him, as I couldn't face it, which he did but said my father was unresponsive, he died a few days after that, alone in the hospital.
Did I forgive him? Not in the sense of condoning him, no, but in the sense of handing it over to God and doing what I could for him.
My father lived and died with the blackness inside his soul, a terrifying thought when I knew his blackness had cast a dark shadow of hate and anger over my soul, and what a price I had already paid for that even in my own life! I think my mission in life is to pray to God to be the person he wants me to be, it's such a challenge when you are attacked, but I think that is when you need God most.
My father was a violent and abusive man to me when I was a teenager, and also to my beloved my mother, he passed away away a few years ago, unapologetic and seemingly unrepentant.
I hated him passionatly as a young woman and cursed him at every opportunity, sady, that hate and anger is all other people saw, and far from granting me the sympathy and understanding I craved, I got blamed for his wrongdoing which made me even angrier, and more hurt, and all of this reflected in the relationships that were attracted to me throughout my life leaving me feeling broken and seeking Gods help in my early 40's.
I prayed that God would take my hurt and I put my life in his hands, he then transformed my life beyond my wildest dreams, however, as my fathers life was nearing an end, I was tasked with his care, part of my curses as a young woman was that I would never care for him in his old age, what to do?
However, as I had come to God, I could not reconcile myself to behave in a way that would displease him, so took took care of my fathers bodily needs to the letter, he wanted for nothing, I did this as I felt I owed it to myself to be the person God wanted me to be, but I did it without love for my earthly father, I believed it was up to God to judge him.
As my father was nearing his end, he began to have repetitive and frightening nightmares about going to a happy or lovely place like a castle, or Christmas in his childhood home, only to find when he got there it was a vast black terrifying empty void, was he looking into his soul? Or was it foretelling his afterlife?
I visited my father in his last days hoping he would finally admit what he had done, but he did not, I went to the hospital chapel and meditated on this, and to my enormous surprise cried like a baby, not for me, but at the thought of him going to hell forever for being unrepentant, he hadn't been a 100% bad person and I wanted him to ask God to forgive him, but as a lifelong non believer I knew he wouldn't or didn't even know how important it was, so I asked the chaplain to ask him, as I couldn't face it, which he did but said my father was unresponsive, he died a few days after that, alone in the hospital.
Did I forgive him? Not in the sense of condoning him, no, but in the sense of handing it over to God and doing what I could for him.
My father lived and died with the blackness inside his soul, a terrifying thought when I knew his blackness had cast a dark shadow of hate and anger over my soul, and what a price I had already paid for that even in my own life! I think my mission in life is to pray to God to be the person he wants me to be, it's such a challenge when you are attacked, but I think that is when you need God most.
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