“Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh…” – Nickelback
Those of you who know me well or have been following my journey for any length of time will know that James and I have spent the best part of the past 8 years renovating our house. You will also know that I had two previous marriages before I met James… the first as a pregnant teenager, the second as an insecure young mum looking for someone to love me and my kids.
This week I have been clearing out some boxes…. Boxes that have been untouched as we renovated around them for over seven years… boxes of old photo albums. We are finally making a start on clearing out the garage space… and who knows, I might even get my car in there one day! While I have been sorting through old photos, this song by Nickelback has been playing in my head…
I have to say, not all the photos I have come across made me laugh. Some have raised a smile at a memory of a happier time. But some of the photos I found made me feel physically sick. Looking at photos of my ex husband with the knowledge I now have of the abuse one of my children suffered at his hand makes me equal parts heartbroken and furious. I trusted this individual with helping me raise my children, but I have since found out that he was physically abusive at times when I wasn’t at home. Words cannot describe the sense of betrayal I feel, for myself and for my child… I feel like I failed as a mother for not protecting them better. And, I grieve for the lost innocence for both of us. Even worse was I knew what my ex was capable of as I had seen and experienced it firsthand, but I stayed with him and the guilt of being too scared to leave and unwittingly putting my children at risk has at times been overwhelming.
The process of forgiveness can be long, and it’s at times like these when you think you’ve walked through the valley that something rears up to slap you in the face and you have to start the whole process again.
Psalm 34:18 “The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit”
Matthew 5:4 “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted”
I need to allow myself to be comforted by my Heavenly Father. To come to terms with the fact that what my ex did was not my fault… to forgive myself, and him…. and to close the door on the guilt and gut-wrenching grief I carry for not being strong enough to fight for the wellbeing of myself and my children.
I have to forgive; I don’t have a choice. My bible tells me over and again that I must forgive. But more than that… I need to forgive…. I choose to forgive. If not for my ex… for me. Initially this forgiveness can be given through gritted teeth and only possible with the help of the Holy Spirit, but eventually it becomes more natural as you discover the freedom of moving on without the endless “what if’s”.
The wound can still be raw but with God’s grace it will heal over and will ultimately become a distant memory.
“Every memory of lookin’ out the back door, I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor. It’s hard to say it, Time to say it… Goodbye, goodbye…”
