Just as I am on my way to healing, to believing love is given graciously, you broke my heart. Once again.

The years have long been gone, but the scars you have inflicted on my heart are still here. May I tell you I have learned to treasure these scars, because although they remind me of being unloved and abandoned, they give me hope. That healing is real. And it’s within reach. And it’s glorious.

And healing may leave ugly marks yes, but the pain goes away. It goes away. And all the bitter memories could be a thing of yesterday. Oh, they belong to yesterday. They’re supposed to be yesterday’s.

I choose to forgive you. For the nth time I forgive you. And yes, I admit I have my share of faults too, but let me tell you, all I ever wanted is to feel you love me too.

21 Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” 22 Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven.” (Matthew 18:21-22)