Recently, since living back in Ohio, I have relived multiple heartaches from high school. High school was rough for me, primarily because I was a judgmental horrible person and people around me didn’t like that very much. But nothing hurts quite like people you love looking you straight in the face and saying, “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”
That happened a few times. You think I would have figured out that something was wrong with me. I was broken, but I blamed everyone else. Now I know that I was a big part of the problem. I was intolerant and so convinced I was right, when I wasn’t. I wasn’t loving people unconditionally.
I’ve changed. I’m happy about it. And I know that I have a long way to go, but to see how far I’ve come since high school is encouraging and a big testament to God’s power to change stubborn people.
Even with all that the pain of those rejections is still very real to me now. I struggle almost daily to forgive the people who hurt me. It’s hard and about 90% of the time I have no idea what to say to those people when I see them.