NOTE: I make this story available because, next to my profession of faith in Christ, no decision more changed my life than when I decided to forgive my dad.
When I was a kid our family didn’t go to church. Sure, we would try and go on Easter, but that was about it. Church was something I simply wasn’t very familiar with. On the other hand, one thing I was familiar with was domestic violence.
My dad, when sober, was a wonderful man. But, when he drank he became something altogether different. Angry. Violent. Monstrous.
Over the years, I’ve met many adults who carry around deeply painful – sometimes crippling – emotional baggage connected to one of their parents.
I didn’t forgive my dad until I was 34 years old. But, when I did, it changed my life.
Read my story of how I forgave my dad by clicking here.
Soli Deo Gloria, Nick