I tried to understand my part in the difficult relationship my dad and I had, I really did. Only recently have I begun to see my own sin in that relationship.

I didn’t act in the most loving way. I nursed my pain. I acted superior. I lacked respect. Even when I was respectful on the outside, I was arrogant on the inside. I tried to forgive, but held onto my pain, wielding it ineffectively, but refusing to set it down.

Perhaps, had I been humble, kind, and truly loving and forgiving, he could have softened and let the sweet guy, the one on the inside, out. Perhaps not, but I would have, could have had fewer regrets.


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