An Act of the Will

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  • ForgiveTo stop feeling angry or resentful toward someone for an offense, flaw or mistake.

Greater Good Magazine, a UC Berkley publication, says that while it is just as important to define what forgiveness is…it is also important to define what it is not. They state it doesn’t mean to “gloss over what happened or deny the seriousness of the offense.” It does not mean forgetting, condoning or excusing.

Though forgiveness can repair a damaged relationship, it does not obligate reconciliation.

A few nights ago a familiar feeling started sinking into my chest. It was one of pain, remorse, bitterness and sadness. It was a “suck your breath in sharply” sort of pain.

I thought I had moved forward.

I thought it was all in the past.

I thought this feeling was gone.

Have I actually practiced forgiveness? Or was it just empty words that I tried speaking into my heart to feel?

I came to the realization that maybe I haven’t fully forgiven certain things because I still feel like a chain is around my neck.

A chain of uncertainty, hopelessness and pain that isn’t from Jesus. Jesus says “come to me and I will convict and redeem” while Satan speaks words of hopelessness, lies and condemnation that we cannot overcome the bad things that happen to us whether they be self inflicted or inflicted by someone else.

We begin to dehumanize the people that made the offense and I will go one step further and say we can also dehumanize ourselves in the fact that we can’t forgive ourselves either. We deprive ourselves and the offender of positive human qualities and one of those qualities is compassion and lacking compassion towards the people who did us wrong and ourselves leads to bitterness, resentment and hate.

In an article on forgiveness, Corrie Ten Boom said:

  • “Those who were able to forgive their former enemies were able also to return to the outside world and rebuild their lives, no matter what the physical scars. Those who nursed their bitterness remained invalids. It was as simple and as horrible as that. And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion–I knew that too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.”

An act of the will. Does feeling have anything to do with forgiveness?

While forgiveness is powerful, it is an act of extending grace instead of demanding justice. The memories will resurface and you will remember the feelings of betrayal and hurt but those are in the past, you have chosen to forgive and you choose to love.

Choice over feeling.

We may believe that our feelings are complete and utter truth at times, but as I keep moving towards it more and more, I believe that choice is much more stronger, and the hardest part of love and forgiveness, because it makes us come to terms with our humanity, to go right or wrong, to choose to love or hate, to forgive or hold that sin against the offender.

And imagine if Christ forgave as a human does? Oh how terrible salvation would be if it was all based on a feeling, held against us in a form of a grudge and if it truly were based on our standard of justice, we would all have paid our penalty of death.

Ephesians 4:31-32 says:

  • “Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”

I’m ridding myself of my self righteousness, my pride, my anger, the hate…it’s not worth it. The feelings eat me up inside and if I can’t extend the grace that Christ forgave me with, do I even deserve forgiveness myself? Further, if I can’t extend myself grace, is my preconceived notion of justice and grace make me mightier than Christ?  C.S. Lewis once said:

  • “I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.”

Forgiveness is an act of the will, regardless of how you feel. It doesn’t mean though that you need to justify the wrong done, it means you defined the pain or wrong done but didn’t let it define who you are becoming – it sets you on a path of healing.

But even though we choose to forgive – it doesn’t mean that hurt won’t come back up again.

Corrie Ten Boom went to see her pastor after she was struggling with forgiving the people she loved that had hurt her. It was unexpected to have a harder time forgiving those she loved than the Nazis that caused her so much grief and loss.  Her pastor said:

  • “Up in that church tower,” he said, nodding out the window, “is a bell which is rung by pulling on a rope. But you know what? After the sexton lets go of the rope, the bell keeps on swinging. First ding then dong. Slower and slower until there’s a final dong and it stops. I believe the same thing is true of forgiveness. When we forgive someone, we take our hand off the rope. But if we’ve been tugging at our grievances for a long time, we mustn’t be surprised if the old angry thoughts keep coming for a while. They’re just the ding-dongs of the old bell slowing down.”

And it is slowing down. In you and me. When we choose to let go of that rope. Sometimes it reverberates in my heart and the sadness and hurt come back in.

But it doesn’t stay forever.

“I forgive you.” I can look in the mirror and say. I say a prayer in the night when the fear, anger and betrayal rise up and the helpless feeling comes over me again. “Redeem me Jesus. Save me from this. Forgive me.”

and the last one…the hardest one maybe…is forgiving the source of that pain.

Ding.

Dong.

It will go away soon and maybe it will go away for a time and then come back again.

But I give it to Christ because the weight is too big for me carry.

Forgiveness is both vulnerability and strength at its finest and it’s beautiful when you finally come to terms with it.

Forgiveness is freedom from the past, from the present and future mistakes. It’s continually active in our lives not a passive, one time thing.

Many nights I long for the understanding as to why such bad things happen in our lives or why people hurt people or why those we can forgive refuse to extend that same grace – but then I’m reminded of a story in Corrie Ten Boom’s The Hiding Place when she was asked to carry her father’s suitcase after asking a question he didn’t want to answer quite yet.

  • “Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said. I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning. “It’s too heavy,” I said. “Yes,” he said, “and it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge. Some knowledge is too heavy for children. When you are older and stronger, you can bear it. For now you must trust me to carry it for you.”

Much like Christ, our Father only gives us what He knows we can bear, and when we can’t, He will carry it for us. While I long for the knowledge of what I don’t understand, I can fully trust Christ to carry it for me because I am my Father’s child and He loves is without bounds (isn’t that so comforting?).

I can’t change the past. But I can choose today. Right now. To choose forgiveness. To choose to love despite. To seek refuge in the forgiveness, grace and love Christ offers me so freely.

The bell may toll every once again, but I willfully let go of that rope; time heals and the sounds begin to diminish, the tempo gets slower and slower until the last ring finally  fades and maybe quite abruptly – stops. 

 

Self Love.

You’re not pretty, you’re ugly.

You have a double chin and a big nose.

You are not lovable.

You’re not funny.

You’re not smart.

You need to lose weight.

When I look in the mirror…

I think all of these things and more.

Even though I know that we are all created in God’s image. Even though I know that Jesus loves me. Even though I know that my perfectionism is unattainable.

I don’t love myself. I don’t think that I am good at anything. I have no confidence. My insecurities, self doubt, anxieties and sinful nature trail into my relationships with my family, friends and Jesus. It hurts me and it hurts others in the process.

There is a quote that says that you should be selfless but not think of your self less. I remember reading that quote one day and thinking how I seemed to mistake loving myself, and doing what is best for me, as a form of pride and selfishness. I remember reading this quote and thinking “Wow, I really am not selfless at all…or at least my form of selflessness is not healthy.”

It’s not.

If I have learned anything in the last six months, is that I can’t love others properly if I cannot love myself.

I use to think all those female celebrities were so generic. They always are telling you to love yourself and be authentically you, but I think there is something missing in that equation.

Jesus. Such a Sunday school answer. I know. If I were my authentic self, sin would take over. My default setting is to sin. By the world’s standards I am a “good” person…but good only can go so far.

If anyone knows me, they know that I will never boast about myself. If I do, it’s in a complete joking way.  In fact, if you give me a compliment, I won’t believe you. I used to think “Trudi, why don’t you believe a compliment?” but the truth was that all I could think was “if they only could see inside me…they would think differently”.

I could cry thinking of how I would and still tear myself down until there are figurative shreds of myself on the floor, giving people the capacity to stomp on me because I have no confidence.

I came to the realization that my searching for love and acceptance of myself has been me trying to love out my flaws (or look for other people to do so); an inward battle between me, myself and I, leaving me unsatisfied.

I was talking to my Mom one night about how I hated myself.

She referenced some video she saw on Facebook, and asked me to look at a picture of myself as a baby.

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She asked me to say all the things I was saying to myself in the mirror right now while looking at this picture.

“Trudi, you’re not pretty or cute. You’re not smart. You need to lose weight. You are not lovable…”

I did this one night. I found this picture my Mom posted on Facebook and started saying all the insecurities and self-hate I held for myself while looking at this picture.

The results: tears.

Because when I look at this picture, I see a sweet, innocent, little girl. A girl who would sing at the top of her lungs in the car. Who would go running outside to search for ladybugs and pick really pretty weeds. She would play in the sandbox for hours. She would ride her little tricycle on the pavement on a pretend road made out of chalk.

Little Trudi. You are so loved. You are so smart. If you only knew the hardships to come but also all that you would accomplish. It breaks my heart to know that the little heart in this photo has ever known suffering.

I sound like my Mom right now…

You know in the Bible it says multiple times to “love your neighbor as yourself”. But if you do not know how to love yourself, how can you love your neighbor?

So, that is what I’m learning. I’m not talking about self-love. I’m talking about TRUE self love. The loves that does not see my sins bigger than my virtues, but the redeemed kind. The kind of love that holds freedom; that doesn’t keep gazing inward, but outward toward Jesus Christ.

I encourage you to read this article here in order to understand what I am talking about (otherwise I’m just going to plagiarize the shhh out of it).

The question: Do I love myself enough? I am a broken human being. But if I loved myself enough, I would be able to accept Christ’s love for me. Oh how freeing it would be. Dear little Trudi (even though you are way older now, that little person in the picture above will always exist inside) come as you are.

As the article says, stop scraping together your self worth and piecing together your sinful self. Embrace Christ’s love for you and then you will truly hold self love.

Afraid.

I was talking one night, talking about my future plans and how much I hate my job. I was talking about past relationships and how I can’t find anyone that I am comfortable with. I talked about being a senior in college and how uncertain everything is. I talked about my internship opportunity in D.C. and how I don’t know what I am doing…and that I’m scared.

I guess it took long enough to admit.

But I’m afraid of most things. I just put on a brave face and sassy attitude and act like the female-version of Rhett Butler and how I “frankly don’t give a dam”. But then I am Scarlett, walking away from it all and saying “I’ll think about it tomorrow”.

Stalling and not caring…or at least, saying I don’t care.

That’s me.

Today though, I looked around at all the things that I have grown comfortable with. Like driving. At first the road into town was scary and uncertain because I just didn’t have enough experience at the wheel. Now I can drive long distances without fear and I have confidence in my ability but also I trust Jesus that He will get me from one point to the next safely.

Just like in life. If only I could take that trust and transfer it to every situation I am in.

My college career will either be over after December, or I will go on to graduate school. My internship in D.C. will work out with ease or it will be rocky and not work out at all. I’ll either be single till tomorrow or I won’t get married till I’m thirty…or not at all. My job has an expiration date but it could be longer than I anticipate.

And even then, what job lays ahead? The future. It scares me.

But oddly enough I woke up yesterday not feeling scared anymore. I looked up and applied for housing around the D.C. area. I bought some more clothes for my internship. I scheduled some appointments.

It’s the waiting that gets me.

Waiting for the future. Because the longer I wait the more anxious I become and the more fearful I get.

And I need a heart of patience. I need a heart for a lot of things. To show more kindness and love. To be more frugal with my time and assets.

But let me get back to patience. I realize that I am going off on a lot of things from being afraid to confidence to patience. Hopefully it all comes full circle so I can tie it up in a nice little package for my readers (if I have any, let’s be honest, my reach toward stardom hasn’t gotten very far since I started this WordPress four long years ago).

I find myself checking my email like a crazy person because I am expecting some important emails to come through. When I was on a *cough* messaging app, I was constantly checking my phone hoping for some more messages and possibly “the one” to message me. Even during midterms, I was just trying to go through the motions and wishing it all to be over quick.

I’m in such a rush. A rush to find “the one”; a rush to get through college; a rush to figure out all my future plans. A rush to get through a work weekend because I don’t like my job.

Always rushing. It’s so tiring.

Because no matter how hard I try, nothing gets happens because it’s not in my control. I did my part. I am doing my part. It’s the other side that I am waiting on.

So there. I am afraid of uncertainty and don’t have the patience to wait on Jesus’ perfect timing.

The Bible talks about patience so much…

Philippians 4:6 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”

Romans 5:3-5 Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.”

Romans 12:12 “Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

James 1:2-8 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.”

Galatians 5:22-24 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”

And yet, I don’t take my time reading and studying it and pondering these things in my heart.

It’s so simple yet so hard. To just run to Jesus into His open arms and let my anxieties and fears go. To be completely joyfully patient, knowing that His timing is perfect, and even when disappointment hits my shoreline, to still have peace.

 

 

A Bit of Musings From Me to You

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Hello! Did you miss me? Should I dare ask that question? Partly because I feel like my little corner has been forgotten about because it’s been left vacant for too long.  I’ve tried to sit down and write something deep and thoughtful, but honestly? I feel like every thought that I try to spill out onto this blank white sheet of computer space doesn’t sound right.  I feel like everything I write is just a bunch of empty, scattered words.

Summer break has come to a sad goodbye because school has finally begun.  Funny how three months feels like a long stretch of time but once it’s over with you wonder where summer went and why didn’t you enjoy it more?  I spent my last couple weeks of break in Colorado.  My entire summer I felt had been centered around going to Summit, a Christian worldview conference in Manitou Springs.  When the day finally arrived to go…I honestly didn’t want to.  Maybe my nerves were getting to me.  I mean, seriously, I’m the type of person who needs motivation just to get out of her PJs in the morning or anything that has socializing involved.

I arrived at Summit and knew absolutely no one.  I looked at the heavy schedule they placed in front of us and felt like two weeks was going to be an eternity before I could go back home. Because home is familiar.  I know what to do and where to go and who my people are.  Mealtime was especially stressful since you had to pick a table to sit at and you didn’t know the people sitting there.  My introverted side was getting the best of me, but then I got to know my roommates. Suddenly the people in the cafeteria became my classmates.  We were all here for one thing and that was to grow in Christ.  I never before have been surrounded by such brilliant minded students, speakers and staff.  By graduation, I didn’t want to leave the old hotel in Manitou.  Even now, it seems like an entirely different world, a small corner where you can just feel Jesus in every corner and crevice of it’s old structure.

I know it sounds a little cheesy to say this…but I felt like I lost myself over the course of two years.   I graduated high school and started college; I went from one major to the next; tried all sorts of different classes; landed new jobs…I forgot who I was in Christ.

It’s such a terrible thing to be lost…but it’s so-so sweet to be found.

It’s not about the majors, the jobs…goodness, it’s not even about yourself.  Life is such a generalized series of events.  We grow up, we graduate high school, we choose a major, we graduate college, we get a job that we kind of sorta like, have a family, retire…then die.

At least that was the conversation I overheard by two students today while waiting for class to start.  “Who cares how long your in college, heck, people go and get there masters and then change their minds.  You might as well stay in college as long as you can because then after that you have to start real life, get a job and then die.”

Ah, how wrong is this person behind me? I thought.  How pointless.  How dumb.  Why on earth are we here if we are just meant to die and turn to dust?

The sad fact is, I fell into this lie.  It’s a strange thing, we pay all this money to go to college and get a bachelors, then a masters, and keep extending our time in college to avoid “real life”, as if college is a safety net that we cling to before we are forced to fall into reality.  I fell into the lie that life is about these series of events where death is the ultimate outcome.  I look back on my life and it isn’t so simple, it never was intended to be, nor will it ever be.

Death is the ultimate outcome.

But it’s not our eternity.

My eternity is in Heaven.  What I do on this earth should be a reflection of Christ; my entire mindset should be only to glorify Him in all that I do. Sadly though, I get blinded by my own desires and personal gain. I kept choosing majors that I hoped would give me security and stability. Why do I seek comfort from this world when it only greets me with empty words and promises? Here is the finer things in life, where all of your troubles will be solved.  But I find that the higher I step on the ladder, it gives me more burdens then the previous steps.

But then I went to Summit.  I realized that I don’t want stability and comfort that the world has to offer, but that I want the stability and comfort that can only be found in Christ.

I want truth.

I want Jesus.

I have this unsatisfied curiosity now that I don’t know how, nor do I want, to quench, thanks to Summit.

Someone once told me that there is no point in trying to change the world because people don’t change.

But then, what is the point in anything?  What is the point in healing the sick when we are just going to die?  What is the point in fixing anything when it’s inevitably going to break again?

What I’m saying is this…

Death is not our eternity (which I stated earlier).

That is why we should care…we should care about the souls inside the bodies.  The sick, the poor, the world and all of the souls it contains.  We should fight for the lives of the innocent.  We should stand up against controversial issues and laws made that go against our Christian morals and beliefs.

As Christians we are called to be the light in the dark, and to lead others to Christ.  In the end, it does matter.

Ah, to my fellow student, who will sit behind me in class for this entire semester, who thinks that death is nothing but an end.

Let me tell you, it’s only the beginning.