For every one who asks receives; and he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks it shall be opened.
The spirit of bitterness tried to hide itself fragmentally throughout my heart, like slivers of broken glass embedding themselves painfully into the texture of my life. Although I had given lip service to the forgiveness of someone who had badly harmed me, I knew deep down there lingered splintered remains that continued to pierce and slice, and from which I knew not how to free myself.
Of myself I could do nothing, so I began to pray more earnestly. I prayed not only for the gift of forgiveness, but for the healing and salvation of the one whose ignorance had turned my life upside down, causing damage not only to me, but to my precious loved ones whose lives were also radically and negatively impacted by my resulting total disability.
I remembered hearing these words from a young man who struggled with himself in a similar godly quest, "I'm gonna keep knockin' 'til my knuckles bleed," and a dynamite lady taught me that all the answers lie in continuous prayer.
Once I acted upon these ideas, the oppressive bitterness I had been harboring slowly began to lift, and like remnants of a heavy fog, it gradually dissipated. Images began to reappear, images of lovelier times past, and I knew a freedom so sweet that I could actually feel the lightening of my heart's burden.
There is nothing impossible through and with Jesus Christ. I thank Him that He hears our prayers and answers, and for His many gifts, especially the gift of forgiveness, the only way to freedom from the torment of bitterness.
Shall I examine my heart for leftover unforgiveness? Shall I accept the gift of forgiveness won for me at the Cross, and as it was so freely given, shall I also give?
Adapted from Out of the Desert, Softly, by Dianne Finnegan Wilson You may email her by visiting www.pensepublishing.com