Forgiveness is an action where our lesser selves decide to be more than less.

Shame is embarrassment multiplied against itself until it dies under it’s own weight and we with it. Forgiveness is freedom multiplied against the Cross until it flies under it’s own liberation and we with it.

Forgiveness brilliantly rewrites the script that we’ve penned to process the pain and betrayal of our histories. And while such a rewrite does not change history itself, it changes everything about our history.

As it peaks over the horizon, does not a sunrise whisper the opportunity to try again. And if the day passes and our efforts were stunted by the bane of our insecurities or blunted by the challenges of life, does not a sunset invite us to rest before it whispers the same message the next morning?

Forgiveness is telling ourselves that the ‘wrong’ that we did will not impede the ‘right’ that we can do.

To forgive is to refuse to contaminate the future with the errors of the past.

Forgiveness means that you will not allow a temporary event to have “forever” repercussions.

Forgiveness allows the burdens that we carry to become the histories that we forget.

I tend to walk around convinced that any amount of forgiveness that I could extend could never possibly compensate for the offenses that I’ve had to endure. Yet, maybe the greater offense is that I’ve got that backwards.