Passing by a church, I notice their sign.
A chip on the shoulder is a heavy weight to bear.
One small chip. Setting boldly and brashly.
Ever so closely to the ear to whisper its grievances.
Nursed and coddled. With the attention, the chip grows heavier.
Easily enraged. Even if it unseen. The blood boils and heart pounds.
One of our children was once verbally insulted by a trusted adult.
A stripping of innocence and violation of his conscience.
Defiling of the mind by vulgar and careless words.
A chip was quickly lodged on my shoulder.
A spoken forgiveness never traveling from my lips to my heart.
The burden of the cumbersome chip weighed me down.
Darkness accompanies the grievance.
An affliction on oneself by nurturing the weary load.
Resentment is like taking poison and hoping the other person dies. (St. Augustine)
Venom traveling through the veins. Contamination corrupting the conscience.
A choice must be made. Harbor the resentment. Drink the poison.
Or release the burden.
Embracing liberty and freedom.
Forgiveness is not an emotion.
Forgiveness is an act of the will.
And the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. (Corrie Ten Boom)
The soul feeling cold, but the warmth of a willing heart follows the act of pardon.
A spring of refreshment floods the spirit.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. (Mark Twain)
Purging of darkness. Filling of Light.
Trusting God to heal and restore.
For if you forgive people their trespasses [their reckless and willful sins, leaving them, letting them go, and giving up resentment], your heavenly Father will also forgive you. (Matthew 6:14 AMP)
Giving the gavel back to the Judge.
Realizing my own need for forgiveness.
He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven. (Thomas Fuller)
And being released to live fully for Christ.
Without the weight of the chip on the shoulder, I’ve found it easier to refuse to tiptoe.