My Forgiveness Listਨਮੂਨਾ

Breaking Free from the Past

As I stepped out of the prison gates after years of confinement, the sunlight hit my face and I saw my sister’s radiant smile waiting for me. That moment was not just about leaving physical bars behind but marked the start of something deeper. For years, I had been consumed by bitterness toward those who had wrongly put me here. I had dreamed of escape and revenge, but as I stood there breathing free air, I realized the real prison was the anger I carried. It had chained my heart tighter than any cell ever could. That handshake and smile stirred something in me, a longing to let go and forgive not just those who hurt me but also the version of myself that clung to the pain.

Forgiveness did not mean pretending the injustice never happened. It meant refusing to let it define me anymore. I had spent countless nights replaying the betrayal, lies, and years stolen from me. But holding onto that rage kept me captive even with the prison doors wide open. Choosing forgiveness felt like unlocking a weight from my soul. It was not about excusing the wrong but about choosing to live free and step into a new day unburdened. God’s grace showed me the way, whispering that as I forgave, He was forgiving me too. It is not easy. Some days, I still feel the sting of what was taken. But I am learning that true freedom comes when I release what I cannot change and trust Him with what lies ahead. Like that first step into sunlight, I am choosing to walk forward, not as a victim, but as a victor in His love.