before the game begins |
We had great seats from Stub Hub and it was a beautiful
night. We were enjoying everything –
except for one little problem. There was
a young woman sitting on the other side of Dan. She was with friends, including a guy, but
her attention seemed to be focused on my husband the most of all. They had quite a conversation going, cracking
jokes, and he seemed to be enjoying it too much for my taste! I thought this girl was obnoxious, horning in
on our “double date” but apparently Dan did not.
the path narrows |
I felt justified in not liking that my husband was
responding to this flirty girl on our anniversary, but I also knew him and that
he meant absolutely nothing by it. If I had to say just what it was I didn’t
like, it was that he wouldn’t be sensitive to my side of it. That he wouldn’t see how this could take away
from the night being a little extra special or romantic for us even though it
was a baseball game.
blooming among the rocks |
Sometime later, trying to go to sleep in our hosts’ bedroom,
the Holy Spirit came to my aid by showing me that I could make a choice. I could nurse my wound and try to get an apology
or some recognition that my feelings were legitimate, or I could choose to
forgive Dan for his behavior and move on.
I could let more precious hours of our wonderful trip together be stolen
or I could just let it go. I thank the
Lord for the ability to see that and for the ability to forgive because the
rest of me did not want to.
Honestly, when I look at this now, I can still feel some sense of
entitlement. But I also see that my
husband’s heart was pure. He loves
me! He shows me love every day and we
have a history together of faithfulness.
I made the choice to forgive and renounce my expectations. I asked God to give me the grace to
appreciate what I have, to put this aside, and to enjoy all the good things
that were happening. He did it and the
enemy gained nothing!
I know there are much more grievous sins that we are
commanded to forgive. I know that to
forgive can be like a death. It is a death of sorts. We die to our revenge, or to our sense of
justice. We die to our pride, and to our
right to whatever has been taken by another. Sometimes the damage is so bad that being able
to forgive involves a process that God must take us through.
nurtured |
The capacity to forgive is a privilege. And it is freeing. God’s narrow gates always lead to life!
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of
those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
Romans 8:28