This all came out of a conversation I had with my husband the other night. I mentioned to him how one of my old favorites, Redeeming Love, which I read years ago and have recommended to many readers, has been pelted with criticism. The fire has come from both sides, Christian and non-Christian alike. When I first heard of this, I was indignant. “What fault could one possibly find in Francine Rivers’ classic which practically was the catalyst for an entirely different *and better* style of Christian fiction?”
But they have learned to keep going. They have embraced a new love and new life, a new family and new everything. They are strong. They are brave. They are resilient and courageous. They have gone through something terrible that would devastate even the strongest of adults, yet, they are thriving and growing. They are filled with hope and joy and they bring it to those around them.
I needed that uncomfortable, chair-squirming slap in the face. I needed that warm hug of a reminder. I needed those ropes untied - again.
The words “I forgive you” are the most moving and healing words you could ever speak.
I didn’t give him anything but a lap and 20 minutes of my time. And it healed because it said to him, “You are worth my time. You are worth my noticing. You are worth my attention.”