No one starts out with the intention of becoming bitter, writes Nancy Guthrie. To get there involves and accumulative process of gathering the hurts that will fuel a fire that will never stop burning.
Guthrie tells of her own experience:
No one ever says, “When I grow up, I want to be bitter.” But life has a way of handing us hurts that can collect, insults and offenses that seem to stick to our souls and refuse to let go. Of course, we don’t want to see ourselves as bitter. And yet, when the word “forgiveness” comes up, we sometimes find ourselves becoming uncomfortable. We sense we’re about to be asked to do something we really don’t want to do. A face comes into view in our mind’s eye. A fire reignites inside us at the thought of what happened or what didn’t happen, what was said or what went unsaid, revealing that there are embers of unforgiveness smoldering inside us that threaten to burn forever if they are not doused for good.
But how will that ever happen? I can tell you how it happened for me.
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