It’s not anything I ever plan, but September seems like it has turned into a month of reflection for me. Fresh off the heels of our anniversary and the celebration of Aiden’s birthday, I guess I’m already in a sentimental mood when September hits. For some reason, there are a lot of events that happened in September that have had a significant impact on the story of my life. Some of the events have been amazing, like the day we officially became a family of five.
And it’s my reflection on this last event that happened two years ago this weekend that forced me to look in the mirror. And I’m not sure I liked what I saw. I thought I had moved past this event. I thought I was not longer harboring any resentment or hard feelings. I might have been wrong about that.
You see, our church is kicking off a new small groups initiative. The main point? Circles are better than rows. I knew that saying. it was the main point of one of the final sermons I preached in Muncie. So while I was excited about this new direction our church is taking and I wholeheartedly agree with the statement that circles are better than rows, I found myself dwelling a bit on the events that led up to my firing. It stirred up some sediment in my soul that I thought had already been settled.
I don’t think this was by accident. Because it fully prepared me for the message I heard Sunday morning. It was almost as if the entire weekend was planned just for me:
Let it go.
And that’s when God kicked me in the teeth. That’s when God opened my eyes and made me realize that I was still nursing some kind of bitterness way down deep inside me. That’s when I knew that I hadn’t gotten past things that I thought I had gotten past. I thought I was fine. I thought I had moved past it. This past weekend showed me that there was still some part of my that was desperately trying to hold on to some part of a grudge.
So I get it now, God. I give up whatever rights I think I might have had to harbor those hard feelings that were buried deep in the depths of my heart. I might not think it’s fair. And that’s OK. Because forgiveness isn’t fair. I surrender. It’s time to turn the page and leave the past where it belongs – in the past. There’s too much living to do today to be dwelling on things in the past that I cannot change.
I’ve let it go.
And hopefully, I won’t pick it back up.
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