Applied Pastoral Reformed Theology

Forgiveness is a word that carries the weight of a lifetime, doesn’t it? It’s simple to say, but its depth is something that can drown you before it saves you. For years, I misunderstood forgiveness. I thought it was something I did for the benefit of others, a way to release them from the consequences of their actions. What I didn’t see—what I couldn’t see—was how forgiveness was never about them. It was about me. It was about stepping into the fullness of who I am in Christ, the forgiven and free, and learning to walk in that freedom, unchained by the opinions or actions of others. There was a season when my identity felt wrapped up in the pain I carried. I was hurt deeply, unjustly, by people I trusted—people who should have known me better, loved me better, but instead betrayed me. Their words tore at my character, reshaping how others saw me. But perhaps the hardest part wasn’t the betrayal itself. It was the fact that they painted me as someone I was not, and no matter how much I wanted to prove them