A couple of weeks ago, I sat across the table from a friend, pushed my barbecue chicken chopped salad around on my plate, and shared one of my greatest fears.
“I am just worried that life, that my circumstances, that my singleness, will make me bitter. I am terrified of becoming a bitter old woman.”
“You won’t. It’s just not you,” he reassured me.
But this morning as I sat and listened to two of my closest friends share on forgiveness, I realized how quickly and completely bitterness had crept into my world and begun to poison my heart.
I justified my grief, my anger, even my unforgiveness.
I was right. They were wrong. The apology was incomplete. I was still suffering. They were moving on.
I hadn’t for a minute realized that the resentment I was harboring was only poisoning one person. It was only poisoning me.
So today I am doing what it takes to make it right.
Today I am choosing forgiveness.
I might be broken. But at least I am free.
Are you choosing brokenness or living with bitterness?