The Worth Of Knowing

I changed when you forgave me.

Maybe it was the way you earnestly said that you didn’t want this to become a memory I cringed at. You didn’t want it to weigh me down. To you, it wasn’t an obstacle between us anymore and you asked me not to view it that way either.

I understood. I knew you’d never bring it up again. What I didn’t know was that, though the memory wouldn’t melt away, accepting your mercy would be like opening a new door – like opening a door to the first warm day of spring.

Like the purple crocuses coming up in between last fall’s leaves, I felt both tender and valued. I felt like I was touched by something sacred.

Like the dew on the new green grass the tears in my eyes glittered in the morning sun. Was this freedom what being forgiven feels like?

Sweet, refreshing air filled my lungs and pushed out the stale air of sin and guilt. It made me wonder if I had even been breathing before.

You made me new when you forgave me.

“Because of the Lord’s faithful love we do not perish, for his mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness!”
‭‭Lamentations‬ ‭3‬:‭22‬-‭23 ‭CSB‬‬