The other day, I was praying and God put it in my mind that He loves me and He wants me to perform Works of Mercy not just for others, but for myself also. He specifically pointed out “Forgive offenses willingly.” Uhhhhhhhhhhhh … yeah.
Why is it so much easier to forgive those who have hurt me than it is for me to forgive myself for just about anything short of perfection? Like, for example, doing something that seemed like a good idea at the time, but really wasn’t?
Last night, I was watching an episode of Numb3rs where Don and Charlie are at a counseling session together, talking about the day Charlie went missing. Don is still beating himself up, because their dad had put Charlie into his care. Charlie says, “Don. You were 13 years old! Get over yourself.”