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I find it fascinating that I learn from the example of everyone–good or bad. Your mother, for example showed the truth by way of contrast with the words of God,It took me years to mean forgiving. HOwever I stopped talking to him for a long time. But after our dads died, he was legally adopted by a step father, we realized we only had each other left, other than my family. Somehow, through lots of therapy, because it tore me apart inside as a sign of mom abandoning me again, disowning me. My older brother took his life right after finding out. We just had our first baby. And she came down with cancer and milked it like she was trying to drain me financially with false deathbeds way over exaggerated. Mom was very hateful, and known for it.
It took becoming Catholic again to forgive her. Much more too it.
“No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
(Joshua 1:5)
and those echoed by David, my favorite Old Testament author:
Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.
(Psalms 9:10)
Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me.
(Psalms 27:10)
And I have to wonder, Picasso if that is the goal of Forgiveness, to never leave nor forsake the one forgiven. Sounds like forsaking was what your mother was about, which is a strong contrast to forgiving. I guess the choice for you (and also for me) is between being a forsaker and being a forgiver. Don’t you think?