Well Lent is almost halfway over, and all the things I've wanted to do are about halfway being done. I am only listening to Christian music in the car (and dare I say getting used to a couple of the songs they play on repeat), I have been cleaning out the litter box as seldom as possible (though I usually huff and puff my way through it, because I'm ornery like that), hugging the kids comes easy for me, I have been at least more observant of my picking-up-my-phone habit when I'm around people (though I tend to easily justify that one) and the not cheating on Weight Watchers, well that one is dying a slow death. I really really tried in the beginning, but I was STARVING only eating 26 points and exercising hard. So I had a couple cheat days, confessed it this past Saturday, and the priest told me it wasn't a sin. What?!?! Good to know :)
But my real Lenten journey this year has been one that started back in October. You see, without going into details, I got into an argument with a friend that turned into a bigger deal than it should have. Feelings were majorly hurt and it's been a long 5 months of having to see this person and trying to get over all the drama.
I have always been someone prone to a quick temper, and a lack of filter. If you do something that makes me upset, you will most likely know it right then and there. But my saving grace is that I am also quick to forgive and move on. Just give me a good night's sleep, and by morning I'm over it. Grudges aren't worth the time or energy, but I couldn't seem to get over this incident. I confessed this anger to the priest, but he unfortunately didn't cover it (I guess I had other sins that needed more attention!) and I left feeling even more confused as to what I should do. I wanted this whole thing to be over, but I didn't know how to get over it.
I would alternate between feeling like I should fake it til I make it, and then feeling like that would be deceitful. How could I smile and act normal to someone whom I can't see without holding back tears of anger and hurt? But how could I go on with this eating me up inside, like a virus to my soul?
Then I realized something...forgiveness is like love, it is an act of the will. A choice, not a feeling. I was getting too caught up in my feelings. I could choose to forgive and it was OK not to have my feelings agree with that!
As soon as I had this aha moment, it was like God gave me bunches of signs to reinforce the decision. Our cat, whose litter box was way too dirty last night, instantly forgave me as soon as I started cleaning it...purring and showing me affection. In the car this morning, forced to listen to Christian music, I heard a song about allowing forgiveness that spoke straight to my heart. The prompt over on Blessed is She's Instagram account is #mercy. Then I went to morning Mass at our school's chapel and the gospel reading was the Parable of the Unmerciful Servant. Um, timely much?
Wowzers! So yeah, today my journey of anger ends. I choose forgiveness, and I hope my feelings can catch up quickly to my will, but even if they don't, I will still have peace in my heart.