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Arlene
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Yesterday a chance encounter with a friend’s husband gave me a wake up call that I seriously needed. Something I knew about myself, but didn’t really understand, if that makes sense.
My younger daughter had soccer practise last night. The coach of the team they practice with is a woman I despise. My older daughter had an incident with this woman and had her feelings serously wounded. Since this incident I can hardly look at this woman.
So during practice, I was chatting with my friend’s husband. His son is on the other team practicing with my daughter’s team. My two daughters are each in the same class with two of their sons, so we have lots of school experiences in common. They are not Catholic, but do not belong to the church that sponsors our nondemon Christian school. We have in common that we are not happy with some of the things that go on it in the school, usually originating or in conjunction with the church.
Last spring my younger daughter had an incident with the principal. My husband and I met with the principal, we were both livid. He ended up apologizing to us, and admitting to the school board that he had made a mistake. I have been unble to let it go.
I did not know that this dad had been a witness to the incident with my daughter and had also been furious when it happened. He had wanted to go to the principal himself but his wife talked him out of it and said it was the parent’s battle, not his.
So we were talking about this incident, and I told him that since then I can’t stand the man and think he is a weasel. At least one other mom, whose child does not go to the school, but could possibly attend the church heard me.
A little bit later, when we were alone on the bleachers, he told me that my unforgiving attitude made me sink to the level of the principle, who had at least admitted his mistake. That Christ wants us to forgive each others faults. that the Devil must certainly be pleased that I was holding on to my anger. But he said it in the most loving, Christian manner that I was not offended. I realized that he was absolutely right. It reminded me of a thread here about who is the spiritual head of the family and I posted that my husband was not. It felt good to have this man set me straight and tell me that I was blowing it.
But I realized that all my life I have held grudges and held past transgressions against people. When I was in 3rd grade my best friend in the whole world told me to shut up. So I did not speak to her again until we were in the 6th grade. Funny story, but sad, really.
Sure, I can talk about forgiveness in an intellectual way. But I don’t know how to do it. I don’t know how to really let something go. Sometimes I act like I’ve let them go, but I know its really just bottled up inside. How do I do this?
My younger daughter had soccer practise last night. The coach of the team they practice with is a woman I despise. My older daughter had an incident with this woman and had her feelings serously wounded. Since this incident I can hardly look at this woman.
So during practice, I was chatting with my friend’s husband. His son is on the other team practicing with my daughter’s team. My two daughters are each in the same class with two of their sons, so we have lots of school experiences in common. They are not Catholic, but do not belong to the church that sponsors our nondemon Christian school. We have in common that we are not happy with some of the things that go on it in the school, usually originating or in conjunction with the church.
Last spring my younger daughter had an incident with the principal. My husband and I met with the principal, we were both livid. He ended up apologizing to us, and admitting to the school board that he had made a mistake. I have been unble to let it go.
I did not know that this dad had been a witness to the incident with my daughter and had also been furious when it happened. He had wanted to go to the principal himself but his wife talked him out of it and said it was the parent’s battle, not his.
So we were talking about this incident, and I told him that since then I can’t stand the man and think he is a weasel. At least one other mom, whose child does not go to the school, but could possibly attend the church heard me.
A little bit later, when we were alone on the bleachers, he told me that my unforgiving attitude made me sink to the level of the principle, who had at least admitted his mistake. That Christ wants us to forgive each others faults. that the Devil must certainly be pleased that I was holding on to my anger. But he said it in the most loving, Christian manner that I was not offended. I realized that he was absolutely right. It reminded me of a thread here about who is the spiritual head of the family and I posted that my husband was not. It felt good to have this man set me straight and tell me that I was blowing it.
But I realized that all my life I have held grudges and held past transgressions against people. When I was in 3rd grade my best friend in the whole world told me to shut up. So I did not speak to her again until we were in the 6th grade. Funny story, but sad, really.
Sure, I can talk about forgiveness in an intellectual way. But I don’t know how to do it. I don’t know how to really let something go. Sometimes I act like I’ve let them go, but I know its really just bottled up inside. How do I do this?