Forgiveness

On this past Wednesday I felt compelled to ask for some positive criticism about Ghetto Chick. That is something that I rarely do with someone I really don't know. It was a God ordained moment. She told me that she would read it and give the book back to me on Friday, at women's bible study.

When I saw her, we hugged and chatted. After she sat down, she handed me the book and said "I really enjoyed the book but one thing was missing". I'm thinking after all the hours, days, weeks, and years nothing could possibly be missing. What Ms. Leslie told me was missing was the act of forgiveness.

So I sat there and thought about her words and I honestly had no response. Now, several hours later I ponder that conversation. What about forgiveness and who exactly is supposed to do the forgiving? Is it between the former husband and me? What starts that process? Is it between the last relationship and me? Ain't nobody going to start that process! Out of sight, out of mind. You feel me? When we talk about forgiving, who forgives who? Is it verbal, nonverbal or written?

Now it looks as if I have some work to do right? The most important person for me right now is me. Have I forgiven myself for allowing myself to get hurt, for not allowing proper healing? See that is a great deal of 'me' work that I have to grow through. When you read Ghetto Chick there is some hurt there towards him and him. Maybe I need to begin working on Ghetto Chick II - The Forgiveness Of It All. Unfortunately, I'm just not there right now, but I will be. God is not through with me yet. He is still doing a great work. All of this is working for my good.

Being patient with me,


Lindar