Recently, I’ve realized that forgiveness doesn’t come as easily as I’d previously thought.
I used to kind of pride myself (maybe that in itself was a hint I was on the wrong track…) on being able to forgive easily, not hold a grudge, and generally move on from an offense pretty quickly. But I started to see patterns emerging. I’d be wounded, “forgive,” and then at some point down the road the same wounds would resurface.
Nothing had been resolved.
Not really, anyway. I’d just slapped a band-aid on it for the sake of avoiding conflict in the moment and keeping the peace.