If that’s true, then I recently experienced true forgiveness. I didn’t mean to. I surely didn’t try to. I’m not sure I even wanted to. It just happened. There I was, there he was. And somehow, this time I didn’t have the urge to Jackie Chan his arse. The anger and bitterness just fell away. It dissolved into nothing. Pure nothing.
I walked away feeling lighter in step, my shoulders held a little higher, no heavy weight dragging behind. I felt like smiling…like flying…like I was FREE!
In that brief, unexpected moment, I learned that forgiveness isn’t about letting the other guy off scott free. It’s about setting yourself free from the heavy, dark bitterness that comes with not letting it go.