I Have To Forgive!?

I Have To Forgive!?   

     

     I walked out the door.  It slammed.  I couldn’t believe she said that to me.  I have to forgive him?  He was the one that lied, he was unfaithful, I found him with another woman and she is telling me to forgive.  That is crazy!  I walked down the driveway, got in my car and left the house.

     I had known Betty Ann for awhile.  She worked part time in the pediatrician office that I worked in.  The place where I had gone to when I thought it would help my marriage if I stopped working so many hours and spent more time with my husband.  I talked to her a little bit, but didn’t really know her.

 

     When my husband and I separated, I realized I needed more money, so I got a job in the Operating Room in the hospital.  I was leaving the pediatrician office.  I would miss the girls; we had all become very close.  On my last day, they gave me a party.  Betty Ann was there.  As I was saying good bye to everyone, Betty Ann came up to me, gave me a hug and put something in my uniform pocket.  She whispered in my ear that it was her phone number, if I ever needed her to call and do not hesitate.  What?  I hardly knew her.  I would never call her.

     I was working in the operating room one day.  Because this was a specialty and I was new; I was assigned to work with another registered nurse.  The lady I was working with scared me a little bit.  She had a very strong personality and was very outspoken.  On this particular day, I could not think clearly.  I had been out of work for about 2 weeks.  You see a few weeks before I had walked into my house and discovered my husband with another woman.  I was devastated and for the past few weeks had been in bed, not able to get up.

     I really couldn’t believe I had not been fired.  But what was I going to do?  I couldn’t think clearly.  I just kept seeing the picture of my husband with this woman.

 

     I was helping the doctor with a patient, he was talking to me, and I couldn’t hear him.  His mouth was moving, but I just couldn’t hear what he was saying.  Finally the doctor yelled to get me out of the room.  The nurse I was working with escorted me out of the room quickly.  She took me to a closet, put me in a chair and told me not to move.

 

     I have no idea how long I sat there.  Later the lady came into the closet, sat down beside me, told me to look at her.  Her words penetrated through the haze of pain.  She said, “Teresa, I don’t know what you are going through.  I know it must be painful.  I can see it on your face.  But I am here to tell you right now, that if you don’t get it together, you will be fired.  I don’t want to see that happen, you are a good nurse.”  She told me to go home for the rest of the day.

     I wondered up to the front of the operating room section of the hospital.  What was I going to do?  I couldn’t lose my job?  How would I live?  I remember ringing my hands together, agonizing with this haze of pain all around me.  I put my hands in the pocket of my uniform.  I felt something and pulled it out of my pocket.  It was a piece of paper and it had something on it.  I tried to read it, couldn’t quite make it out.  I looked closer.  It was Betty Ann’s phone number.  How many times had I washed this uniform? 

     

     I found a phone, picked up the receiver, stared at the number and dialed.  Why was I doing this?  A woman’s voice answered.  I do not know exactly what I said to her.  She told me years later I was crying and saying I don’t know why I am calling you, but I don’t know what I am going to do.  Betty Ann asked where I was.  I told her the hospital.  She asked when I would finish work.  I told her they told me leave now.  She said come on over.

     I don’t remember driving to her house, but I got there.  I walked up to her door and knocked.  This lady opened the door and let me in.  She hugged me and I cried.  She took me to a large, cozy chair by the window, sat me down and I cried.  She sat beside me in another large, cozy chair.  She let me cry.

 

     After a while, she got up and made tea.  She made soup.  She didn’t ask me any questions that day; she just took care of me physically and let me grieve.

 

     I continued to go see Betty Ann.  I was drawn to her.  I felt such peace with her and in her house; in that big chair by the window.  What was it about her?  She had such a peaceful face and she smiled.

     I asked her one day about it.  She talked to me about Jesus.  I told her I had accepted Christ when I was 14, but never knew who He was.  I didn’t understand what she had, could she tell me more.

     She was happy to.  I went to her house every day after I left the hospital.  She welcomed me, let me sit in the cozy chair, offer me all kinds of food and told me about Jesus.  She would read to me from the Bible. 

     One day I asked her, “How do I get rid of this terrible pain that makes my chest hurt.  Will it ever go away?”  This is the day she told me about forgiveness.  This is the day I stormed out of her house.

 

     How was this possible?  My husband had been the one that left our marriage, he was the one seeing another woman, he was the one that said he didn’t love me anymore; what did Betty Ann mean I had to forgive him?

     I had been reading the Bible a little.  Betty Ann told me it was Jesus’ words.  It was a letter to us and it was how we were to live.  One night after I had been angry for days, I walked around the house thinking about Betty Ann’s words; Teresa the only way you will be free is to forgive your husband, released him to God.  I found my Bible.  It was so new; I could hardly turn the pages.  I got up in the middle of my bed and I was going to find somewhere in this Bible where Jesus said you did not have to forgive a man you had hurt me like my husband had hurt me.  I knew it had to be there.  I searched and searched….all night.

     It was around 3 in the morning and I remember crying out to God (still not really sure where He was), “It has to be here.  What do you mean about this forgiveness?  I was the one hurt.  I am still hurting.  He is running around doing what he shouldn’t be doing.  God help me understand.”

     I opened my Bible to Matthew and I saw where this disciple, Peter, asked Jesus how many times he had to forgive his brother; up to seven times?  Jesus actually said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but up to seventy times seven.”

     What?  I just couldn’t find where Jesus said it was OK to not forgive your husband when he lied to you, betrayed you, broke a covenant with you, rejected and hurt you beyond any pain you had ever known.

 

     I had to go see Betty Ann.  Would she let me come over again?  I had not been very nice.  I left without saying good-bye.  She was my only hope.  The next afternoon when I left the hospital, I drove to her house; very slowly I parked the car and went up to the door.  I was afraid she would say leave, but she opened the door, gave me a big hug, and escorted me to my favorite chair by the window.  She made tea and asked if I wanted something to eat.

     Who was this woman?  I didn’t know it at the time, but she reflected the character of her Savior to me.  I was drawn to her and wanted to know more about this Jesus and what He had to say about forgiveness.

 

     I think one of the most amazing things she said to me that day was that forgiving someone was not saying what they did was OK.  It was saying that what you did to me hurt, it made me feel this way or that way, I didn’t like it and I am angry with you.  But I am going to make a choice, by the act of my will, to forgive you because it is what Jesus tells me do.  It is what He did with me and I trust you God to work this out in me, to make it a reality, to give me the mind of Christ, to heal my damaged emotions and line them up with the truth I choose to believe.

     Betty Ann told me that I may not understand it right then, but there was an enemy of my soul and he did not want me to live in freedom; that he would remind me over and over of the incident, but I was to give it right to Jesus.  She told me to memorize some Scripture and repeat it over and over when these thoughts or the picture that continued to haunt me came up.

     The next day I was running an operating room with 5 cases.  That meant 5 patients I had to take care of, it meant 5 sets of scrub nurses, 5 sets of doctors and 5 sets of anesthesiologist..  I was dealing with life and death moment by moment.  I believe that day the thoughts and picture of my husband with another woman came to my mind 5000 times.  Each time, I would say I have forgiven, I give this to Jesus and I would quote a Scripture.  The Scripture I had memorized was from Philippians 4…..”Be anxious for nothing, but by prayer, supplication and thanksgiving make my request known to God.  And the peace of God that passes human understanding will guard your heart and mind in Christ Jesus.  Finally brethren, whatsoever things are true, right, just and pure think on these things and the peace of God will be with you.”

     I remember once a doctor asked me what I was saying.  It was constant that day and many days after this.  I am not sure exactly when it was, but I didn’t have to do it so much anymore; the picture was less and less.  I can describe it like a giant hole in my heart and someway, somehow, God filled it up.  I guess with His peace, love, grace and mercy.  I am not saying I forgot, but the pain, the emotion was not so agonizing; my heart didn’t hurt as much as before.

     I remember the last time I saw my husband, I told him I forgave him.  He looked at me and asked how could I even look at him, much less forgive him.  I told him the only way I knew was God.

     I want to dedicate what I have just written to this lady, Betty Ann.  God brought her into my life and ministered to me through her.  She is a picture of Jesus to me; and her life, her obedience to God, her love, caring and sacrificing of herself saved my life.  You see if I had not forgiven my husband, I would still be in bondage to him.  He would still be controlling me.  I would not have been able to walk down a different path with God.

     Our lives make a difference.  Betty Ann’s made a difference.  Thank you my sweet Betty Ann.

     Is there anyone you need to forgive today?  Release them and release yourself.  Jesus came so we can walk in freedom.  Forgiveness is freedom.

 

Scriptures:  Matthew 18: 21 - 35,    Philippians 4: 6 - 8