[Once a week, I am going to be sharing with you a brave story sent in from a reader. You can comment, respond, encourage. Want to submit your own story or a story of a brave friend of yours? Head to thatisbrave.com!]
This week’s #thatisbrave story comes from MadiRose. I think so many of us can relate to her brave choice she shares about today. Her words, and her name, are used with her permission.
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I didn’t know what to post here from my almost eighteen years of life, but I did think of this. About a year and a half ago, I felt called by God to write a hard letter to my daddy.
He divorced my mother twelve years ago and I had always had a troubled time with him and his new family. I had forgiven him in my heart, but I started feeling like I was supposed to let him know that I forgave him for all the hurt he gave me. I really didn’t want to and it seemed like a difficult task, but I sat down with my computer and worked at typing it out. I must have re-typed it numerous times and there were several mind blocks where I tried to pick out just the right words to express my feelings. I let him know that i had forgiven him in my heart for several years and although I would still be affected by it forever, I was happy with my life. I let him know that I now trusted and loved and had a good growing relationship with my step-mother and two half-brothers. I thanked him for reading my letter and listening to my thoughts. Even after typing and printing it out, I folded it slowly and tucked it inside an envelope and addressed it. But after it was safely in the mailbox and on its way to him, I felt a calm peace about it. I didn’t really know if I would ever hear anything about it from him-we visit but all our conversations are about a millimeter thick. But it didn’t matter-I had written it and sent it and felt more resolved about the situation than ever before. And I would never have been able to do it without God and His love to me.
(To end the story, he wrote me a nice small email about a month later, thanking me for it and acknowledging the fact that it was probably hard to pen it. He and I still aren’t real close [my step-mother and I are] , but I love him anyway.) Thanks for listening to my story!
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