Forgiveness is a difficult thing to describe sometimes. Forgiveness frequently begins only as an act of the will. There are no feeling that accompany it. You may still feel hate or confusion, but because you want to honor the Lord, you CHOOSE to forgive. Eventually your emotions will follow. Sometimes you don't really know what you are choosing. You simply want to honor God, and He will lead you if that is your heart.
My father was a very bad man, and by the time I had become an adult, there were lists of things I had to forgive him for. These list were made up of things that most people can't even imagine offering forgiveness for. Therefore, the forgiveness I was able to offer was 10% my act of will and 90% Holy Spirit acccomplished. Forgiveness is supernatural in many cases. We cannot function in a Godly without the power of God to drive us.
In January, I confronted my father and was disowned. At the same time, I was told his cancer had come back and he had a year to live. I was forced to let him be. He wouldn't speak to me, and for God's own reason, we didn't speak ever again. On June 8 I received a call from my sister that my dad was in the hospital and it wasn't looking good. Mind you, I didn't really know how he'd been doing, so it was a bit of a shock. Normally, I am not a brave person; but by the power of God I just knew in my spirit that I had to go. Within fewer than 24 hours I was at the hospital and my stepmother embraced me and apologized. That day I pronounced forgiveness over my father. I didn't really know what I was doing. I just knew that the Lord had put me there for a purpose. I offered him grace and prayed with him. He never could respond. He just stared at me. Because of what God had done in my life, I was ready to put him in the Lord's hands, and I did. As everyone left the next day for dinner, I spent another couple of hours with him. The Lord had spoken to me that he was afraid to die. I sat next to him and told him he didn't have to be afraid to die that despite what he did to me and my sister, Jesus would walk right in the room and take him if he wanted. I sang worship songs to him, and he finally began to settle down. He died only about an hour later.
I do not harbor ill feelings towards my dad. From a wordly perspective, I should have had him arrested. I should hate him. I should have killed him myself, but because of the love of God for me, I was able to see his love for my father no matter how horrible he was. I remember as I was talking thinking to myself, "What the heck am I saying? How is this coming out of me so easily?" I knew then that the Holy Spirit was at work. He died early n the morning on June 10th and I led worship at my childhood church for the first time the next morning-- just a few hours later. I wasn't trying to bury anything. I wasn't avoiding pain. I just knew that my God is a big God who deserves to be praised in al circumstances.
Over that next week, I helped plan the funeral from 500 miles away. I returned, sang two songs at the funeral, and gave the closing prayer. It was by God's power only that I could say anything to my father. He didn't deserve it. He never repented. He never even apologzied. It was by God's power that I forgave him. How do I know I forgave?
There was a physicaly feeling of lightness. I no longer felt bound to him. When I thought about him, while there was still pain for some things, there wasn't the confusion of other emotions. There was no anger or bitterness. I truly hoped he found the Lord before he died, and I didn't need to wish him to hell.