Forgiveness is not a simple concept. Kind of like compound predicates in the fourth grade, you can think you understand it, but then, somehow, it looks different every time.
I've learned over time that when someone wrongs or hurts me to the point where I'm reluctant to forgive, I will still forgive. It is right and required. But it's not simple. And the wound that required the forgiveness takes an extremely long time to heal. The way I choose to deal with that healing, I've also discovered, tends to wound the party opposite the forgiveness more than I intend. But, my whole life, when deeply wounded by someone close to me, I cannot think of a time where my healing process has been able to involve that person.
I don't get hurt or angry very easily. But I get hurt deeply. Very deeply. When I do, I forgive. Seventy times seven. Over and over again. And I heal, in time. Alone.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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