I went to Bible study last night and walked out realizing something big:
forgiveness isn’t just a “nice” thing to do – it’s a fight.
We read Mark 11:22–25, where Jesus says to pray, believe, receive… and forgive. If we don’t forgive, our prayers hit a wall. Not because God is mad, but because unforgiveness gives the enemy room to stand in our way.
I thought I was free. I wasn’t.
It wasn’t huge betrayals holding me back. It was little stuff – a look, a word, a moment of silence – that had me replaying old conversations like a broken record. I’d pray… and feel nothing. No peace. Just numb.
That’s when it hit me: faith runs on love, and love suffocates under resentment. I can’t ask God to move in my life while I’m still clutching every hurt.
So I’m done letting old cuts control how bold I pray.
Now when those thoughts pop up – the memory, the sting, the “I can’t believe they did that” – I answer it out loud:
“Let it go.”
It feels awkward sometimes. My feelings don’t always match my words. But that doesn’t make it weak. That makes it warfare.
Forgiveness is me refusing to hand tomorrow over to yesterday.
Galatians 6:9 reminds us: don’t give up. The harvest comes if we don’t quit. So I’m not quitting – not on love, not on healing, not on forgiveness.
I’m fighting for my peace, one “let it go” at a time.
— Josh Bridges
