to forgive

Forgiving is rather selfish

There’s something about forgiving someone that really makes you feel better. You’ve been stewing, harboring anger, hurt and poison inside wishing that there was a way to inject the other person with your hurt. But you step back, acknowledge the hurt and decide to move on and forgive them for the tiny mistake that they made.

Especially after all that you’ve done and all of the things that God, and other people have forgiven you for…

You have been wronged and yet you feel so humble to be forgiving them. “Forgiving” is such a big, heavy word. It seems like such a big thing to do. Like the word should be saved for murderers and politicians (heh) instead of for small offences that sting. But in the end it’s all the same. You still have to forgive.

I forgive you. I love you.

THIS is not worth Us.