Last Tuesday, I blogged about my red-hot anger over a bully situation that deeply affected my son. I shared how hard I fought the school district because they hadn’t handled the situation properly.
And when they made it clear they had no intention of making right what they had let go wrong, I held on to anger for a very long time. It was terribly unhealthy.
Slowly that anger turned into bitterness, and the bitterness gave way to unforgiveness. For years, it was consuming. But over that time, God softened my heart … and I’d found a way to release the guilty parties from my hands, into God’s.
But even then, something about it still stirred my heart.
As I was typing out the details of the bully situation in my book Untangled – because I share it in great detail there – God met me right in the middle of the story. In a way only He could, God revealed what had been stirring inside.
And as I sat there with my hands on the keyboard and tears running down my cheeks, I realized I hadn’t forgiven myself for not saving my son from harm.
… A good mom would have seen the situation for what it was and intervened sooner. What if my son is broken forever?