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Lydia Kuan
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Positivity XV

I have been a little unwell lately and as close friends know, it's a physical problem, an ailment that has caused me to become discouraged psychologically. I did not use the word psychologically in a redundant way. We all know it's the stuff in us(our minds, our hearts) that really counts not a person's physical well being. Some who have birth defects and handicaps from young have shown to be much much stronger and tougher than those of us who have been blessed with a lot of good things physically since birth. Hence despite a heart of willingness to want to be positive, despite praying in faith to God for healing, I was still troubled and feeling discouraged after some time.

I thought, oh no God. Not now, I have been healed from my depression already, I have recognized that I don't need to be bitter and angry and beat up myself over everything, I am freshly waiting to use my gifts in the most positive way and to remove the familiar traces of "me" in the center of my universe. And I am on the threshold of these great things and working hard with these brilliant people who had faith in me. I didn't want to disappoint anyone or stall time.

But just as soon as I stared at the injury and the pain in my body, the persistent voice of bright positivity became an ardent lump in the throat. The mind was willing but the flesh is weak. My fears slowly ate into me and as I brushed them away telling myself I would be healed, I became distracted by the all familiar seeds of doubt.

I can tell you for sure, that doubt is the worst friend you can ever have and it doesn't matter whether you are a Christian or not. It is a false 'friend" because doubt is almost predominantly always there to start the flickering flames of fear and confusion. It doesn't matter if you're in your 20s or 80.

I have a friend who told me he has never seen a miracle in his life and that he didn't believe in such things. I told him, if I were him I would really feel doomed. I've seen 6 doctors who told me they aren't sure how to help me. It's not a terminal illness, it's not cancer but it certainly is a condition you do not want to be stuck with forever. It was not overnight but slowly I found myself wallowing in self pity and being a frightened rabbit again.

And then I listened to this personal account of a lady that had been healed of her illness. She had been stuck in a wheelchair for 20 odd years. She had been a faithful Christian and believed that God would heal her but strangely when she finally got out of her wheelchair and began to walk, it wasn't because someone went to God for a healing prayer.

I was surprised, I wondered what this would lead to but was eager to find out.

The next thing I heard amazed me so much but made so much sense to me that I believe it was no coincidence that I was meant to hear that. The pastor that prayed for the lady told her she had to deal with her issues of forgiveness. There were these things buried deeply etched in her heart that she had kept with her for years. The lady protested and said she knew she had all those issues just as everyone else did but she prayed to God fervently daily to give her peace of mind and heart in her attitude to people.

" But what about God? Have you forgiven God?"

At this point my eyebrows were raised. I wondered how it was possible for anyone to forgive God when God is/was perfect and made no mistakes. Erm, aren't we a little too narcissistic to think we can forgive God?

But the pastor said to her that she had an issue with God she had been refusing to forgive Him for. As he said this, this old lady's tears poured like the rain. She told of how a long time ago in her 20s, she had been in love with a young man. They were so happy together and wanted to marry but one day, he got into a motorcycle accident and he lost his life. The lady explained that she knew it wasn't God that took him away and she never blamed God. She even explained that sometimes sickness and disease, or death could happen but one must not necessarily blame God for every single thing. The pastor kept quiet but the next minute, he told her calmly that she sounded "right" but truly she had an interesting way of shoving her faith in God onto herself. It was almost as if she believed it was wrong to blame God and she hurriedly interjected each time someone suggested that she might have thought so.

As the pastor continued to pray, the lady started to weep. She wept and wailed like a baby. He told her to forgive God even if she felt that it wasn't God who had taken her friend away from her. As she uttered, she started to release her denied repressed feelings. Why did God allow it to happen? Why does God allow death to come even when we pray hard for Him to restore people, or when we have disease stricken bodies? Why did God allow us to lose the people whom we prayed and asked for, we loved dearly? Why?

When the lady sobbed and said those words of forgiveness to God, a beautiful thing happened. She went home that very night, went to sleep and the next day she felt one of her legs move. The day after that the other. The week after that, she was walking. And this amazing thing was not an overnight miracle. She had also prayed and attended many healing seminars before, but nothing worked. It was only after she really dug out this deep issue denied within her that she finally finally managed to let go. Why are diseases related to anger and unforgiveness? It's a mystery to me, such a big mystery. But just as many people there are who blame God for things that happen, there are just as many others who will tell you from personal accounts of being healed through faith.

I'm one of those people who have a strange mixture of faith and doubt whirling in my head. I believe in these miracles that belonged to others and that God healed them, because some of these people are real people who are in your family and lived as your friends. Yet, I wonder why I have doubt the moment the arrow points to me.

I wondered why my pastor, this great anointed man of God, hasn't prayed a healing prayer for me the way he had done so for others. I wondered why he kept asking me to move the fear, the doubt and the questions out of my line of vision. They were all me, my self pity slipping in. He just wanted me to check myself for the forgiveness embedded within me that I had not dealt with.

I protested. I had done that already, I explained to him. I had already moved on from the hurts and anger, from the betrayals that I had found difficult to let go. But he simply smiled and said that I have not. Not all. And after I listened to that personal account above, I understood something.

We have levels of unforgiveness within us. Some parts of it may have been removed and they may have given us such energy and hope to motivate ourselves and others but there may still be remnants and baggage we deny that we never knew still existed. And these things will surface the next time a big obstacle bounces our way. And in this case, it was a physical ailment.

I realize that I had not really understood what forgiveness was/is. Someone asked me to forgive her for having tortured me when we were in our teens. I remembered I told her, it was cool. I also said that there wasn't anything really to forgive since we were all young and immature and so that matter was closed. But it truly wasn't really closed. Because I still remembered the events and I still have nightmares despite being genuinely real to her when I see her. I asked myself why, since I had forgiven her and moved on. Many people told me they were sorry and I too asked for forgiveness and said my fair share of sorries over the years.

But a horrifying discovery stunned me. I had never forgiven anyone before. I had just thought when they said "sorry", immediately that my "it's ok! no problem" were mere words and that sometimes I had actually believed I was not good enough to "pardon" anybody but rather I would still continue being nice. That I thought was the right thing to do. At one point I even thought to myself that God would be pleased to know that I was able to "forgive" people and not stay mad.

It horrifies me now to know the embedded bitterness and anger in me had made home in my heart for years and years. It wasn't even about being bullied or being a mat where people could walk all over you. I started to wonder why I felt so "full" and unable to contain anymore "stuff".

This very minute as I write, I tell myself, it's ok. Even a 5 year old understands what forgiveness is. I will start from scratch and learn how to forgive. Don't get me wrong. I am definitely not going on a rampage saying that I'm this magnificent being that has so much to pardon people for their crimes against me. It's just that since I was little my mum told me it was wrong to stay angry at people and that we could not bear grudges and that Jesus wanted us to turn the other cheek. My warped feelings of forgiveness were false. They were forced upon me by myself thinking it was resolving a quarrel, talking things out with someone that no matter how unfair the matter had been I was cool with it. But it had never really been the real forgiveness that it was all about. Because in my head, the unfairness was blatantly there, I just had to force myself to swallow the hard fact that life was unfair. Forgiveness is not like that. So what is it? I have an idea but I'm going to watch and learn from others who know, even if they are 5.

So forgive me, if you're someone I haven't known how to forgive but thought I had already done so. I had to take this long to understand what it was all about.

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Mariejost 26 dsc00460
I don't know, for sure, what forgiveness is. I'm pretty sure that no one has ever forgiven me in my life and I wonder if I have ever really forgiven anyone (though, like you, I wanted to and hoped I did). But thinking about it now, I have this image of forgiveness being like a tightly coiled spring that relaxes and straightens out. In this uncoiling, tension is released and the material that the spring is made out of becomes softer and more pliable, able to take on other shapes after being frozen in a tight coil for so long. I am pretty sure that forgiveness is not the same thing as being sorry and, as you say, it is most certainly not pretending that nothing happened. Maybe it is simply loving some one in spite of the imperfections of the human condition and the inherent unfairness of life and not keeping a tally of right and wrong, but truly releasing that, in the knowledge that love is large enough to encompass all of that, and more. One thing is certain, once you encounter true forgiveness, I think you will know what it is. Until then, it is like describing color to a blind man.
over 11 years ago
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hmm ... heavy & deep ... about forgiving God and finding miracles .. need to read deeply and digest .... how many messages in this one Liddy?
over 11 years ago
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I use to think serious, deep, self-examination was a (excuse the term) bitch. Painful. Too much stuff I didn't want to acknowledge, things I didn't ever want to admit to--especially to myself! Then I realized *gasp!* it was the first step in taking control of a problem/issue, and being able to find a solution for it! No more suffering with this? Holy crap! May God go with you on this journey and hold your hand the whole way. We are never alone in our pain. That, by itself, gives me courage :)
over 11 years ago
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Forgiveness is hard. God's been walking me through the last couple of years and I'm still walking through it. Hang in there my sister!
over 11 years ago
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Very profound insight, Lydia ~ thank you for sharing it :)
over 11 years ago
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Liddy what's ur chosen "poison"? JUSTIFICATION Martinis like Paddy Daddy ....or the delicious FAITH Smoothies ... wishing u many of the latter ...
over 11 years ago

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