The other day I was talking with a friend about forgiveness. I asked her why she thought forgiveness could be so hard sometimes? She said, “It depends on what it is. It’s not always hardest just to forgive the big stuff you know?”
I said “No kidding, huh!” As we talked one of the things she recalled was a dear friend of hers who had taken her own life. “The final straw was that here electricity had been shut off … it doesn’t always drive people to suicide, but small things can add up for anyone” she said.
I asked her if she thought forgiveness had no limits to its application? If you can imagine she said, “I don’t know about all that. lol!” “But it certainly doesn’t seem to be limited by the size of the problem, or even how small it is.” But one thing is sure she said, “it doesn’t seem to happen completely without our Okay.”
If the smallest of things can seem like the largest on some days, and the largest of things can seem like the smallest to some, at certain times, does size matter when it comes to forgiveness? Or is forgiveness simply glad to fulfill its role even on so-called light days? How hard does forgiveness have to work to achieve its aim? What is the heavy lifting of forgiveness when, even on some days, small things can seem the hardest to let go of?