That marriage, you know, it ain’t always easy. Like a field, gotta work it, gotta tend it, or it goes to weeds. This thing called forgiveness in marriage, it’s like the good rain after a long dry spell. Makes things grow again, you see?
My old man, bless his soul, he used to say, “Holding a grudge is like carrying a sack of rocks on your back. Weighs you down, makes you tired.” And he was right. In this marriage thing, you gotta learn to let go. Let go of the little things, the big things, all of it. Otherwise, you just end up bitter and twisted, like an old tree root.
Now, I ain’t saying you gotta be a doormat. No sir. But this forgiveness, it’s about choosing peace. Choosing to love, even when it’s hard. Like when he forgets to take out the trash, or I burn the supper. We all make mistakes, every one of us.
They got this thing, some fancy rule, “777” they call it. Date every week. Night away every seven. Big trip every seven months. Sounds like a lot of fuss to me. But I reckon the idea is good. Spend time together. That’s the secret, ain’t it? Just like them crops, gotta water ’em, gotta give ’em sunshine. Or they wither away. Marriage forgiveness is like fertilizer. Good stuff.
This one time, my old man, he went and spent our savings on a new tractor. I was madder than a wet hen. Didn’t speak to him for a week. But then I thought, “What good’s this doing?” We’re in this together, for better or worse. So I forgave him. Didn’t mean I wasn’t still a little sore, but I chose to let it go. And you know what? We were stronger for it.
- Gotta talk, even when you don’t want to.
- Gotta listen, even when you think you’re right.
- Gotta say “I’m sorry,” even when it sticks in your throat.
- That’s what makes a marriage last, long like ours.
Forgiveness in marriage ain’t about forgetting. It’s about remembering, but choosing to love anyway. Like that old quilt your grandma made, all those different patches, some worn, some new. It’s the stitches that hold it all together. Forgiveness is the stitch that holds a marriage together.
Some folks, they think if there’s fighting, there’s no love. That ain’t right. It’s like saying a garden with no weeds ain’t a real garden. You gotta have some weeds, some struggle. Makes the flowers bloom brighter, you see? Means you’re close enough to bump heads sometimes. But conflict in marriage means you care.
This marriage forgiveness, it ain’t a one-time thing. It’s a daily choice. Like choosing to weed the garden, or water the plants. You gotta keep at it, or the weeds will take over. And before you know it, your garden’s a mess, and your marriage is too.
There’s people out there, they can help you with this. Therapists, they call ’em. Like getting a helping hand with the harvest. Sometimes you need a little extra help. Ain’t no shame in that. They got all sorts of tips. No long wait. No need to go asking around. Just talk to them, they match you up with the right fella.
Now, they say forgiveness is a pillar. Like the posts holding up the porch. Strong and steady. You gotta have strong pillars, or the whole thing comes crashing down. And a marriage without forgiveness, well, it’s like a house with no foundation. Bound to crumble sooner or later. Don’t wait to fix it.
So, you young folks, listen up. Marriage ain’t always easy. But it’s worth it. Like a good harvest, it takes hard work, and a whole lot of love. And this forgiveness in marriage, it’s the key. It’s the rain that makes everything grow. Don’t be afraid to forgive, and don’t be afraid to ask for forgiveness. It’s the best darn thing you can do for your marriage. Trust me, I know. I been there, done that. Got the wrinkles to prove it. Keeps you close, keeps you strong. That’s all that matters in the end, ain’t it? Being close, being strong, together.
