I thought God had abandoned me. Suddenly I was invisible to those around me. Anything anyone did say felt like judgement and scorn. Life felt like it couldn't get worse. My emotions raged like fire.
I was so hurt, so angry. so afraid.
Loving God, yeah right. I was losing everything. My husband and marriage to a cruel illness that no one understands. My testimony was failing in a gospel I knew was true, but in that moment felt like cruel irony. Keep the commandments and life is good, yeah okay. My own mental health suffered and I questioned how much more I could take.
Weeks, turned into months and I was barely hanging on. No one gets how hurt I am or the trauma and fear I was fighting, no one gets how hard this is. Advice felt like judgement. All my avenues of relief felt closed. I prayed every night but wondered if I would every be heard or feel his love again. Life was chaos. Peace was gone. I was suffering in a way I had never experienced before.
I was going through the motions, barely. The only prayer I could still pray was: Please send me peace, clarity and healing...but that was out of duty, not desire.
At my lowest point, I went to a funeral. Friends had lost a dear family member,suddenly.
{ I promised God after my mom's funeral, where almost no one attended. I would always mourn with those who mourn and go to funerals. Something I still find sacred.}
I sat and listened as wonderful things were shared about this dearly loved family member. Over and over they talked about her Christlike nature, it was evident in every aspect of her life....
I need to be way more Christlike, I thought. Wait, I thought I was....But Christ FORGAVE. He forgave those who had hurt him most.
Oh....
As I sat there an degree of understanding came about being truly Christlike. I had spent months trying to get others to understand what I was going through. But that wasn't possible because the only one who could understand, already did.
Robin you need to forgive and ask for forgiveness.
Instantly a name came into my mind, I knew what I needed to do. I was afraid I'd chicken out so I was determined to reach out as soon as I got home.
I sent an email. Apologizing. Soon after I received a kind and understanding response. A burden I had carried for months lifted instantly.
The next day in sacrament meeting a speaker shared their conversion story and I felt new compassion and understanding for this person and my burden became even lighter.
That afternoon I was set apart in a new calling. In that blessing a I was promised "Peace, clarity and healing" as I served. It was something I had told no one. God had heard me. I needed to be willing to listen.
I'm still building back my spiritual strength as I keep working on forgiveness. But I have had a strong feeling that I'm going to be ok. That Grant and I are going to be ok.
Our struggles with illness will not be taken away. But I don't need to keep fighting forgiveness.
