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Forgive Me

Funny how God works. I was sitting here completely distracted by other things when I have a list a mile long to complete. The time was not wasted, though. In my distraction, I came across a video post by an author I follow named, Glennon Doyle. While there's some things I do not agree with, her foundation of loving others and loving ourselves is paramount.

I was thinking recently about forgiveness. I am one to forgive others easily. Own your stuff, apologize, and I forgive. I don't hold a grudge. I won't remind you of your wrong doing. But, BUT, I have a really hard time forgiving myself sometimes. I beat myself down and deem myself worthless. Why is it so easy for me to forgive others but not myself.

"Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you." Ephesians 4:32

Ephesians 4:32 talks about how we need to let things go and forgive others. These verses are a call for us to give others what we have been given: forgiveness from Christ. What if this is a call for us to forgive ourselves as well? What is God is calling us to stop being bitter about the state we are in? What if God is calling us to stop being angry with ourselves beating ourselves up over our wrong doings and inadequacies; the mistakes we keep making over and over again? What if this is God calling us to be kind to ourselves first because, really, we can't be kind to others until we learn how to be kind to ourselves. What if this is God calling us to forgive ourselves? What if? What would our world look like if we were tender-hearted to ourselves?

Glennon Doyle talked about the lies of aging women believe on her video. She just turned 40 and instead of dreading her place on the age scale, she has found freedom. She found freedom in 40 because she found love for herself. She realized that she is far greater than any wrinkle on her face. She has more value than the number she writes in the age bracket. She loves herself and is kind to her inner being.

I want to let go. Not of things others have done to me. Rather, I want to let go of the unforgiveness I have for myself. I want to be kind to me letting go of the bitterness, anger, and frustration I hold against myself and my mistakes. I want to love me from the inside out being kind in my thoughts and actions towards myself.

What if we did this? What if we loved and forgave from the inside out? I like to think we would start a love revolution. Our outward actions would be that much more powerful because they would be fueled by an inner love and peace that is unmatched. As we dwell in this Easter season remembering that Jesus loved us so much he suffered and died on the cross for us, let us learn to love ourselves just a little more than yesterday. We are worth it.

To more love!

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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