Joy left home at 18 with a boy her minister father didn’t approve of. Joy and Mike marry in Vegas and arrive in LA. Shortly thereafter Joy discovers she’s pregnant and before she gives birth Mike is killed in a motorcycle accident. Broke, pregnant and widowed, Joy calls home. Her father, Art, says, “You’ve made your bed. Now lie in it.” He hangs up on her.
“We never agreed. You dictated and eventually I swallowed my own objections. I’ve been choking on them ever since. Joy is here now and she stays.” Marcy tugged Joy’s hand and Joy followed her to the kitchen feeling her father’s stare of disapproval like bullet holes in her back.
If God were human we’d be in big trouble, wouldn’t we? I’ve read some of the truly horrible things being bandied about in regard to the Josh Duggar sex abuse scandal and I think, wow, it’s a good thing God has the capacity to forgive him because the human beings…
What if every time you hold a grudge against someone else, it’s more about holding a grudge against yourself? You won’t let go. That person who wronged you touched a chord in you, probably something you’ve been hanging onto since childhood and you can’t let go. You can’t forgive yourself and you can’t forgive others.