It’s not a small word. Three syllables. Eleven letters. Centuries of meaning.
My daughters ask me what it means. They don’t want to forgive. They think that to forgive means to sanction. To say, “What you did to me is okay.”
It’s not okay.
And they never have to say that. I never have to say that. You never have to say it.
Forgiveness is the compassionate ability to see the brokenness and hurt behind the evil actions of another … and to no longer give them any power over your life and the choices you make.
They don’t deserve the power your bitterness gives them to control you.
All you need to do is let it go. Set yourself free. Not them. Not the ones who hurt you. Just you. Your poor, aching, bruised soul has suffered enough. Open the cage. Let her fly.