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When we understand the past of people who have hurt us, we are more capable to extend grace. We are able to wipe their slate clean with forgiveness.

When I was in grade school, I loved it when my teacher would choose me to wipe the chalkboard clean at the end of the day. There was something almost magical about that simple physical process. What had been a murky mess—rows of math tables, diagramed sentences, partial erasures, and a lingering cloud of dust—could be wiped completely clean. What remained was literally a new, clean slate for the next day’s instruction.

As believers, we can glean a simple yet profound message here: the Lord’s forgiveness is a complete work, with mercies that are new each day. In Isaiah we read:

I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.

Isaiah 43:25, KJV

And in the Psalms we’re reminded of just how far away He casts ours sins:

As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.

Psalm 103:12, KJV

When we understand the past of people who have hurt us, we are more capable to extend grace. We are able to wipe their slate clean with our forgiveness. #forgiveness #spiritualgrowth #grace

An Ever-Present Need

Being a mom of two young kids has done wonders in teaching me about the need for mercy and forgiveness. From meltdowns, to accidents, to intentional misbehavior (and those are just on my end!), to sibling rivalry, and the list goes on… We have an ever-present need for grace, mercy, and forgiveness in our home. Many days I feel as if I’m working at a deficit in my parenting bank. But if I’m operating in the red, that is precisely the time to turn back to the blood of Jesus. To let His strength perfect me in my weakness; to allow His forgiveness to flood my soul; and to let Him father me as I mother my children.

Misuse of The Rod

It has been hard for me to wrap my head and heart around the notion that God is a loving dad who gently guides me and forgives me when I make mistakes. My slowness to internalize this truth stems from the lies I learned and the wounds I sustained when I was very young. I was raised in a strict, legalistic, and abusive home. Repentance and chastisement were heavily emphasized, but somehow forgiveness seemed to be forgotten. If it’s the Lord’s goodness that draws us to repentance (Rom. 2:4), it was my mom’s misuse of the rod that drove me further from her, and for many years, further from God.

I remember one day when I was probably four years old. I had dropped a jar of cream that shattered and spilled all over the kitchen floor. Positive parenting classes I’ve taken would likely recommend a patient response to this kind of scenario. Consider whether a task is age appropriate for the child; acknowledge when something is an accident; enlist the little one’s help to clean up the parts of the mess that are safe for her to tackle. Patience, mercy, kindness. A Christ-like response.

But my mom had torn a page from a different kind of book and claimed that it was from the Good Book. She began shouting at me; dragging me out to the dark mudroom where she would whip me repeatedly on my backside with a leather strap. She slammed the door behind her, leaving me alone, scared, and wounded in the dark.

Tiptoeing on Eggshells

This was the typical pattern. I would misbehave somehow or accidentally break or spill something, and the hammer would come down. Hard. I would be “disciplined”, which usually meant abused, and a silent treatment would ensue. The painful welts on my body or missed meals were nothing compared to the punishment inflicted by Mom’s cold shoulder of emotional isolation.

I would then have to tip toe on eggshells and placate my mom until her storm of anger passed. Rarely, if ever, was there a loving conversation about how my misbehavior could be changed or what a reasonable consequence would be if I committed the same offense in the future. Instead, I would be forced to say sorry and accept the blame for whatever had happened. I can’t ever remember a time in those early years when Mom asked me to forgive her for how she had treated me.

On Pins and Needles

My mom died nearly three years ago. I recall a conversation I had with her a few years before she died. In the past, she had told me that she was raised in an orphanage from age seven until she graduated high school. But she had never gone into detail about what she had suffered there.

During her years at the orphanage, Mom found herself in the unfortunate position of being under the tutelage of a strict and abusive house mom named Ms. Hupp. Mom had harbored a deep fear of and hatred for this woman. She said Hupp would wake up all the girls before dawn, barking orders at them to get dressed, make their beds, straighten their belongings, and report for duty. Duty entailed meticulously hand scrubbing floors, washing walls, helping prepare meals, and various and sundry other tasks that she seemed to create just for the sake of keeping all the girls busy. Mom said Hupp’s constant scrutiny and criticism kept her on pins and needles.

Connecting the Dots

As she described Hupp’s mistreatment, I began to connect the dots to my own experience of how Mom had treated me when I was little. Young women sometimes joke that one day they will probably become their moms. Well, Mom had grown up and become like Hupp. Without her own mom in the picture, she had learned from the only mother figure she knew. As Mom spoke about her hard heart toward Hupp, I could identify with her anger, but in a way, my own heart was softening toward my mom. Mom told me how the Lord had helped her to finally forgive Ms. Hupp. She said He had let her see Hupp’s wounded heart so that she could forgive her. As I write this, I can say that I have forgiven my own “Hupp” too.

Wiping the Slate Clean

After many years, my mom asked me if I could ever forgive her for all the ways she had mistreated me. When I told her that I had already forgiven her, I could almost see a weight lift off her. For so many years, she had borne the heavy shame and regret of her abusive behavior. Her abuse drove my dad to divorce her and fight for full custody of me and my siblings. Her abuse made it impossible for us to return to live with her when my dad died. But the pain Mom inflicted also drove her to her knees, to sincerely repent to the Lord and seek His forgiveness.

Although she knew she had been forgiven, she still struggling with the shame of the hurt she had caused. Somehow, she still needed to hear that I had forgiven her. Although we can seek the Lord’s forgiveness, we also need to humble ourselves to ask forgiveness of the people we have wronged; and we need to extend forgiveness to those who have wronged us. When we do so, we are free to fully love and be loved.

And when you pray, make sure you forgive the faults of others so that your Father in heaven will also forgive you. But if you withhold forgiveness from others, your Father withholds forgiveness from you.

Matthew 6:14-15, TPT

Is there someone in your life whose slate you need to clean with your forgiveness? Is there someone whose forgiveness you need to seek?

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When we understand the past of people who have hurt us, we are more capable to extend grace. We are able to wipe their slate clean with our forgiveness. #forgiveness #spiritualgrowth #grace

Keilidh Ewan

About the author
I love to create beauty, especially from broken things. Whether it's writing and singing a song about a season that about broke my spirit, making a new piece of jewelry from old castaways, or writing a vignette about painful memories that the Lord has redeemed-- it's a gift to get to create and share expressions of beauty and restoration. I hope to encourage and inspire others to see the broken pieces in their own lives not as refuse to be discarded, but as fodder for something new. I'm blessed to be a wife to one, a mama to two, and a daughter of the Most High!

Comments (09)

  1. What a beautiful place you are writing from. Forgiveness. It’s as if you had been listening in on the conversation I had this past week. Hurt feelings forgiveness. All of it. Thank you for sharing this hard ground you have filled and fought for. Beautiful just beautiful

    1. Thanks for reading Kathy and for your comments. I’m amazed at how we are forever needing to forgive or be forgiven. The first step is realizing that the Lord has forgiven us, but it’s also important to remember that His mercies are new each and every day, bc I feel like I blow it in at least one area every single day God bless you ❤️

  2. I loved this post! Extending forgiveness and wiping away the hurts is difficult but that leads to peace and hope! Great reminder!

    1. Thanks for reading and commenting Sara! Isn’t it interesting that it seems like a hard thing to do at first, but once we’ve forgiven someone or accepted their forgiveness, a tremendous weight lifts off of us too! The devil wants us to think it’s too hard a thing to do, but the Lord reminds us that unforgiveness is not a burden we should bear! God bless you ❤️

  3. Hope this is such a beautiful article that you are gifting each of us with! As a therapist, I work with little children who have endured this type of pain and trauma. And so often the stories of their parents echo their own. Generations of not knowing a parent’s love. It is a hard road to then wrap your head around the unconditional love of our Father.

    1. Thanks Melissa God bless you for the healing work you do with little ones! It’s soooo very needed to process and ultimately let go of the traumas that we experience! If we don’t, as you well know, those patterns just continue to repeat themselves. Praise God that He is in the business of breaking these kinds of generational curses of abuse, neglect, and the like. Your work is helping break those chains. God bless you ❤️

  4. What a great testimony about your mom asking for your forgiveness and extending it to her. It’s such a great reference to God’s forgiveness. Our culture would hold on to that pain and harbor bitterness. When we grasp forgiveness, we can give it even in the most painful parts of our lives.

  5. I love the way God weaved forgiveness into your story. The freedom it affords us and the renewed life it gives to others is amazing… thought it can be hard won. So thankful for your transparency!

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