Forgiveness

I've been thinking alot about forgiveness the past few months.

I've always thought that I was good at forgiving,

My cousin shaved my eyebrows off of my face the day before I started first grade. I started school that year with eyebrows that my artistic older sister drew on to my face. I was like "What? He did something wrong? It's okay"

My little brother cut my arm open with a pair of scissors when I was 9. I was like "Okay, he's just little, he didn't know any better."

My older sister dumped me off of the couch and onto a plate when I was 11, causing me to get my elbow cut open all the way down to the bone and need 13 stitches. I was like "Okay, she didn't mean to"

My college boyfriend (whom I thought I was going to marry) dumped me over the phone from 3000 miles away over Easter weekend, with no explanation. I was like "Ouch this hurts! but.... It's proabably better this way."

My Husband does little things that bother me almost EVERY SINGLE DAY, and I'm like "Okay, we grew up differently."

See what I mean? Now that is not to say that I came to those reactions when those things first happened. I am almost positive that all of those experiences came with tears, fear, anger, and proabably a little bit of hate. and those are by far not the WORST things I've gone through in my life. but at some point I have always been able to forgive.

Why has it been so hard lately?

Oh well, I'll figure it out-- Someday.