Every morning is the start of a new day.

I just love the way the sky looks when the sun is just coming over the mountains. I really wish I had a better view of the east mountains from where I live. I really like how quiet mornings are too. I sat outside for a few minutes and watched the birds fly around the tree next door and a few cars drive by. I just love how God's mercies are new each day (Lamentations 3:22). I'm not even thinking about yesterday's garbage because I left it at the cross last night, today is a new day! God is so faithful to forgive us (1 John 1:9). I realized yesterday that I've been holding on to anger and resentment toward someone. In most cases, if I become upset with someone, it's fairly easy for me to pray through it and just let God take hold of the situation and let it go. This is different, maybe because this man is who I considered to be my dad. I don't even call him that anymore. I'll give you a little background of the situation:
When I was pregnant with Collin he delivered a car to us, a 1992 Oldsmobile Regency 98. Most of you know of it, it's still a car we drive today (well except the last month because the registration is expired). Anyway, he was very kind to give us the car like that, ready to pass safety and emissions and asking nothing in return. I was, and still am very appreciative about that car. The night that he dropped the car off, he was on his way to Arizona and asked if I would gather the things left in the car and put them in a box in the trunk so that he could stop by on his way back through, going home to Wyoming, and pick up the box. The next day I did as he asked and waited for his return. It didn't happen and eventually, I'm not sure how much later, he called to tell me that he had been in too big of a hurry and was already back in Wyoming. It wasn't a problem, the trunk is huge and one little box wasn't making any difference to me. Well when he did finally come back into town Collin had been born and it was either right after his surgery or right before, it must have been right after because things were bad enough that I didn't want to leave the hospital. The conversation I had with him about the box in the trunk was very short and it never crossed my mind that he would be upset about not getting the belongings from the trunk at that particular time due to the circumstances. Surely he would be understanding to the situation and not really expect me to make a special trip away from the hospital for some receipts, a handicap tag and a bluetooth headset. He didn't seem altogether interested in coming not the hospital either and I got the feeling he was in a hurry to get out of town again. Well only a couple days went by before the news made it's way back to my mom through my "dad's" sister that I refused to let him come to the hospital and that I wasn't appreciative about him giving me the car. My mom was so angry, knowing that wasn't true, she set my Aunt straight about it and called me to ask for the box. She came to the hospital, got the box, and took it to my Grandma's house where "dad" was staying. She gave him the box, without a word and neither of us have spoke to him since. I was really too busy to care about it at the time. After a while, it started to bother me that he hadn't even tried to call me. He never even attempted to justify himself, at the very least I figured he would just deny it and I would just let it go to avoid confrontation. It just never happened.
I don't share this story with you so that you see that I am justified for being angry with him because, even though what he did was undoubtedly wrong, I am not justified for being angry 3 years later. When that happened I had no knowledge of what God instructs us on in reference to harboring anger toward others. "You must make allowance for each other's faults and forgive the person who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others." - Collosians 3:13. Along with that there is many other verses just like it. I really feel like it's only hurting me to be so angry with him. I don't think about it every day but when I do think about him I am really bothered by how I feel. My mom says I need to see him to get some closure, but I'm not sure how that would help since I have nothing nice to say to him. So my prayer is that God will help me to forgive him without having to receive anything from him. One day I may see him and I just hope that God will have prepared the way to approach him without contempt.
God is so faithful, I'm not worried. I just love being reminded that every day is a new day and we can have new beginning with God any time we ask for it.