Sorry, I meant to post this a while ago but have been busy.
A couple weeks ago at church we talked about forgiveness. I haven't had time to post this yet but I think that it happened that way for a reason.
A couple weekends ago was family weekend. It is my fifth year here and I've never had my family here for family weekend because I either always forgot to invite them completely or until the last minute. Well every year during this weekend our church has a parent's brunch, which I filled out the invitation cards with my family's addresses. I think I did last year too but they didn't realize what they were, so I made sure to ask them as well. My dad and stepmom were coming up on Saturday night to go with me on Sunday and my mom and little sister were driving up Sunday morning to go to the brunch. I was so excited that they were actually coming.
They didn't come. None of them. My stepmom ended up having to work and my mom was dealing with some other things and couldn't come. I told them all I understood and that it was fine but in all honesty I was upset. They still don't know that I was upset. I felt like they could've tried harder and I was actually a bit mad at them.
When I planned on writing this post I was going to go in a completely different direction. I didn't have an example, in fact when the pastor told us to think of someone we needed to forgive, I couldn't think of anyone. Then all this happened. At the beginning of the sermon during family weekend the pastor talked briefly about what was talked about that previous week. I then realized I was doing the exact opposite of what we had discussed. I was so upset with myself when I realized how selfish I was being, even if my parents didn't know anything about all this.
I will be writing another post about forgiveness but I wanted to get this one out there since it's been a while since I wrote it.
