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"The difference between holding on to
a hurt or releasing it with forgiveness is like the difference between
laying your head down at night on a pillow filled with thorns or
a pillow filled with rose petals."
Loren Fincher
More Stories from the Heart
There is a big difference between forgiving
someone and restoring a relationship. Everyone should forgive for
their own benefit regardless of the actions of the other person.
But forgiveness is not synonymous with restoration. Restoring the
relationship will take the effort of both parties and is therefore
not always possible. Sometimes one party is unwilling to do the
work of restoration.
Within the context of forgiveness, there
are two types. In the first, the offending party is truly sorry
and asking for forgiveness, which makes forgiveness much easier.
In the second situation the offending party is not sorry making
it much more difficult, but it is still necessary to forgive them
for your own benefit as to not allow that person to ruin your future
as well as your past.
For example, in one situation where a man
had an affair and in a very cruel way left his wife and family for
the other woman, the woman had every right to feel hurt. As a result
of their father’s abandoning the family, the children supported
their mother and did not want to spend time with their unfaithful
father. However, as the years passed the woman never forgave her
husband. In fact, she nursed and rehearsed her grudge over and over
again allowing it to fester and grow. Whatever you feed grows. She
became a bitter and constantly complaining nag as a result of her choice not to forgive. Ten years after the event the children
could no longer stand to be around their mother, whom they could
not even visit for short periods without listening to her replay
the hurtful events of the past, as though they had just transpired
yesterday.
Meanwhile, their father regretted his actions, expressed
his sorrow, changed his ways, correctly processed his feelings and forgave himself.
He then became a happy and pleasant individual with a kind disposition.
Over time his children forgave him and gravitated towards spending
time with him. As a result of the mother’s choice not to
forgive, she not only had to deal with the painful event forever,
but she also lost her relationship with her children.
It is important to remember that forgiveness
is a process. It is also important to realize that forgiveness is
not synonymous with forgetting. My memory banks work great. Everything
I have ever experienced is stored there. The difference is that
when I do the work of forgiving, although I still remember, the
stinging pain no longer accompanies the memory.
It is also important to know that our feelings
always follow our thoughts and not the other way around. We have
the ability to control our thoughts. Forgiveness is a choice.
When I choose to forgive someone, at first my feelings do not agree.
What this means is, when I think of the person and what they have
done to me, I automatically feel pain. I want the other person to
pay a price for the wrong they have brought against me.
Unfortunately
in the case of adultery, what has been wronged cannot be righted.
It’s water under the bridge. I can’t get the purity of my marriage
back. Forgiveness means I make a choice to give up my resentment
and my right to punish the person for what they have done. However, forgiveness does not mean that I allow this individual to continue
to mistreat me.
Let me explain it like this. First I make
a choice to forgive, but I don’t feel like I have forgiven.
The memory of what has happened flashes through my mind and it is
accompanied with feelings of pain and anger and a desire for revenge.
Then, I consciously choose to think “I forgive so and so.”
At first I must do this many times a day (and I still feel the pain
and the anger). Also when the thoughts return to me, I do not allow
myself to dwell on them negatively, only in constructive ways to
learn and understand more of what happened, to process the event
and to move forward and heal. Eventually, the memory returns less
often, and I am gradually able to put my thoughts and energy back
into living a constructive and healthy life. Gradually each time
the memory returns the pain decreases, until I reach a place where
I rarely feel the stinging pain accompanied with the memory any
longer. I am finally at peace. Forgiveness takes time and effort.
Another important step in forgiving affairs
is education. The more I understand about affairs the easier it
becomes to forgive. Educating myself, again, is my choice. For example
learning that the affair had relatively little to do with myself,
and much more to do with my husband and his own inner struggles
helped me to heal. It was also important for me to understand that
I am still a valuable person even though this has happened to me,
and that I am not alone.
In my battle to forgive, it was also important
for me to understand the truth about human beings. The truth is
that we ALL fall short of our own ideals at times. OK, maybe we
don’t all have affairs, but all of us have hurt someone and disappointed
someone in some way at some time. No one has ever lived a perfect
life. Remembering that I myself have sometimes done the wrong things
helps me to forgive someone else. Have you never stood in a situation
where you needed to ask someone for forgiveness? As long as I think
of myself as better than someone else, I will have trouble
forgiving. I need to be careful not to think of myself more highly
than I ought, but rather with sober judgment in accordance with
what is truth.
Here is an excerpt on forgiveness from
my book My Husband’s Affair Became the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me! It is taken from a
chapter on my personal struggle to forgive the other woman. It was
something I had to do. My pain was so intense; I feared that if
I didn’t forgive her, I might have killed her.
Then
as if a voice was speaking somewhere, I heard the words “you have
to forgive her”. I don’t think they were audible words, just words
somewhere in my mind. Yet not my own words, for they seemed to interrupt
my own thoughts. Tears began to pour down my cheeks. I knew the
words were true and their truth seemed to penetrate the very center
of my being. I wanted to do the right things, but I didn’t know
how I possibly could.
A long time prior to learning of my husband’s
affair, I had done a lot of studying about what it means to really
forgive and why we should do it. Probably because I have had a tremendous
amount of forgiving to do in my life, and quite honestly it has
always been one of my weaker areas. If ever anyone could be a master
of hanging on to even small offenses for years – it was I, and hanging
on to offenses had contributed to a great weight of sadness throughout
my life, hindering my ability to experience true joy.
When I became
aware of this “root” in my life, I embarked on a journey of personal
discovery, learning how to process in a healthy manner the grievances
I had encountered throughout my life. Today, this foundation was
invaluable. What I had previously discovered during my battle with
forgiveness before learning of the affair was that the only person
who suffers from not forgiving is the offended person, not the person
who has committed the offense, and who deserves to suffer. Secondly
the only person who really benefits from forgiveness is the offended
person, not the offender. When we harbor unforgiveness within our
hearts it literally destroys us from the inside out, and it gives
the offender power not only over our past, but over our future as
well.
Lucky for me I knew this already. It would have been too difficult
to learn in the midst of my inner fight to survive this most devastating
experience of my life. I could not yet acknowledge Brian’s part
of the guilt. I viewed him as "friend" and her as "enemy".
I was not an evil person, but this betrayal was driving me over
the edge of sanity.
I
crumbled to my knees and screamed out “Oh God, where are you? Help
me. I don’t know how to live through this.” It felt as if there
was an ocean of pain and tears inside of me so huge, that even if
I cried all day, I would barely have made a dent in releasing its
storming waves of grief. Yet as I cried out in desperation, I saw
that the laws of the universe could not work on my behalf, while
I myself was harboring hatred within my heart. I had to understand
what was true and right, right now. “And you will know the truth
and the truth will set you free”, the voice inside my head seemed
to be saying.
What
was truth right now? The truth was my marriage was probably over.
The truth was my husband had developed strong feelings for another
woman and this truth seemed too cruel a reality to bear. I wanted
to run away from the truth, yet I needed to be strong and brave.
And another excerpt later in the chapter:
“Lord”,
I was decisively forcing myself to pray for my own benefit, not
to benefit the woman who was ruining my life. It reminded me of
the same will and resolve I had used many years ago, when I used
to jump out of airplanes “for fun”. I had been underage at the time,
and in order to have permission, I had had to persuade my mother
to sign a release waiver. When she had said to me “I’ll sign this
paper, because I know once you get in the door of that airplane,
you’ll never jump”, one thing had been determined with unbending
certainty, dead or alive; I would not be landing with the airplane.
When the moment came for me to willfully throw myself out of the
plane, I remembered her words and my decision. I was frightened
beyond description, but when my brain gave the muscles in my body
the commands to move, they obeyed. I always had a choice. Not a
choice over what would happen to me, but rather a choice over how
I would react to it.
I remembered reading Corrie Ten Booms remarkable story, The Hiding
Place, her account of surviving unthinkable atrocities at the hands
of the Germans during World War II, and seeing both her beloved
father and sister die. And I remembered her challenge and courage
to forgive, when she once had been speaking in a church years after
the injustices had taken place, and there after the service stood
one of the guards who had participated in the cruel treatment of
her own dear sister, who had died at his hands. If others could
do it, I could do it too. I thought of forgiveness as an inner decision.
I understood that it wouldn’t make my pain go away, and I understood,
that forgiveness didn’t mean I wouldn’t remember it anymore. What
it did mean was that I was making a decision to release my feelings
of anger and resentment towards the person who had wronged me.
“Please
forgive my sister for the pain she has caused in my life”, I prayed
on my knees on the floor beside my unmade bed, my head collapsed
upon the rumpled quilts wet with tears. As I spoke the words, between
my sobs, I was trembling. The pain was so great that I wondered
if I was bleeding. It felt as if there were one hundred pounds balancing
on top of my head, yet with each word my load seemed to lighten.
“Forgive her for her wrong in stealing my husbands’ affections from
me. God, I know I need to forgive her, but in myself I cannot, yet
it is my choice.” I willed myself to continue because I understood
it was the key to my own freedom. “I choose to forgive her”, I continued
forcing myself. “Please help me to do that. Please bless her in
her life and meet her needs, but not through my husband. Please
help Brian to see the wrong he is doing, and please restore our
marriage, if you can.” I believed it was my responsibility to take
one step in the right direction and that God would walk beside me,
helping me to take the rest. That was faith.
As
I ended my prayer, an unexplainable peace filled the room and I
collapsed upon my floor exhausted, as if I were a foot soldier,
who had just finished fighting a grueling battle in the field, the
battle for my own freedom. I had been a prisoner to my thoughts
of anger, hatred, murder and revenge. They had been destroying me
from the inside out, threatening my very future. The war with my
enmity towards Helen was not yet over, but the first battle had
been won and for the moment the vexation was at rest.
End of quote from My Husband's Affair Became the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me
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