As I sit here I am reminded of a few times when I allowed hate to blind me from the truth in a few situations. I remember in high school I hated this kid Tommo for no good reason, he spent a lot of time with a girl I was interested in and I just hated him for it. Later, he would come to be my best friend in school and we still keep in touch today...though not as much as I'd like.
I am also reminded of a time in my life when I hated my father. He would always be gone on business trips for a few days at a time and for this I began to hate him. He used to take me to school every day and hold my hand all the way to the class room, this was kindergarten and he was my hero. Then one day it just stopped with no warning. I could not understand why my hero, the man I looked up to for everything, did not want to take me to school or spend time at home with me. I now appreciate the sacrifices my father made to support the family. He did not want to be away from us but he had to.
The hate I felt then followed me throughout my youth and into my college years. I have just recently begun to realize how much that hatred had blinded me then and held me back from so much. I am just glad that I had realized it so soon, before its too late.
Hate is a powerful thing. It can fuel a person's success or it can cripple a persons ability to feel. I have learned recently that I have some unresolved hate in my heart and I am working to clean it out. I just hope that I can make amens with those who have hurt me and I them before that is no longer an option.
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