Darn, I did not want to read this one. Sometimes, I just want to know that I have been wronged. That someone has not been kind, or loving, or even very nice. I don't want to conquer my pride. I don't want to set it aside. I don't want to feel weak and helpless. Sometimes, I just want the person that did all the hurting to pay the consequences of their sin.
But I try and listen when those loving me speak. I try and pay attention. And I even know their words are for me. As hard as it is, these words tell me that I need to let go. That I am also in the wrong. There is a scripture that reminds me of this.
Sometimes, I just want to be angry. I want to pour oil on the fire and fan the flames. I want someone to pay for what has been done. Sometimes, retribution sounds so much better than forgiveness.
And then I remember the healing that came with His blood.
The power of His Atonement and sacrifice.
The strength of His love.
I am content to let the water of forgiveness wash away the fire of revenge.
I am content to let His Healing was away the pain.
I am content to put in all in His Hands.