a letter to unforgiveness

Unforgiveness, 
I need to ask you a question?  Why do you keep coming up in my life?  Huh?  

​Before you even answer, I have something to say to you. 

Here is my letter of resignation.  I am resigning from allowing you to have a grip on any part of me.  As of today, we are done.  I know longer work for you.  I am free.

That last time, unforgiveness, you almost had me.  Who would’ve thought?  Me, living my life for Jesus.  My Rock.  And here you come again.  Masked in the form of a painful storm.   

Oh, even though it hurt.  Even though I hated it.  Even though I felt as if it just wasn’t fair, I refused to live in your land.  The land of unforgiveness.   I’ve visited there before.  Heck, I camped there for years.  I traveled your streets of bitterness, resentment, so many unhealthy ones, daily.  Revisiting the same scenarios in my head.    In the past, you have rocked my world.   At times making me feel as if I wouldn’t make it. You are a thief.  You try and steal my joy and my peace and my forgiveness.

But no longer.

Yes, you are like a cold that appears out of nowhere but I won’t let you linger.  Absolutely not!

Even if I must lay out on the floor and cry out to God. Even if I have to scream and shout exactly how I feel.  Then. I. will.  

Yes, there is so much I still don’t understand.  So much I am learning.  But you and me, we are officially done.  

Goodbye and so long,
Liz