Have you ever been in a position where you felt that someone has done you wrong? In other words, hurt you in a way that you felt you could never forgive them? I had this happen to me, but it wasn’t by someone whom was dear to my heart. Oh…that’s happened a time or two as well, but this was by a complete stranger. You see, several years ago I worked at a bank as a customer service representative, most commonly known as a bank teller. It was one of my favorite jobs to date. I enjoyed working with my co-workers, I really liked the customers that would stop by sometimes just to chat. Anyway, it was a regular Friday morning at the bank. A few customers here in there. It wasn’t too busy yet. My co-workers and I had been chatting with one another. It was just like any other morning at the bank, nothing unusual, until about mid-morning when a man with nylons pulled over his face approached my counter. At gunpoint he asked me to give me the money I had in my money drawer. He then went down to the next one and did the same to the other tellers. He then told us to hold our hands up, lie face down, and not to move or that he would shoot. I had never been so frightened in my life. To explain the fear I had is hard. Just imagine being threatened in that way. It was horrifying. The other ladies, whom I will never forget there names because of this traumatizing moment in my life, were just as frightened. I remember going into survival mode and remembering to do what my employer taught us to do during training, to do exactly what the robber says. Unfortunately, he got away, but fortunately none of us were hurt. We then did bank protocol and contacted the local law enforcement. Nothing further came of the situation. It was very difficult knowing this person was out free running the streets. It was something that haunted me for quite some time. I had in my mind that he was going to come back and get me. I would see his face in every dark part of my home. My loving dog wouldn’t leave my side knowing the fear I had within me. This was something I prayed and prayed about . I prayed that God would help me to deal with my fear that was within myself. It one day several months later as I was sharing my story about the robbery with a friend, they told me about a book they had once read. It main subject of the book was about the “power of prayer”. Now, I’m the kind of woman that prays often. I always have. So after she shared what she knew about this book. I decided to look for it and read it. I found it and it helped heal me in a way I never knew it could. Have you ever had an AHA! moment? A moment when you realize something huge and you figured out THAT’S IT! That’s what I need to do!! So here is what I did next. In my nightly prayers I began asking God to forgive me for my sins, to forgive the man who had violated my peace and safety, and to help me to forgive the man as well. Do you know, when I did that it changed my life. This terrible event happened about 14 years ago. Since then I realized that I not only needed to forgive this person myself to help me heal, but I needed to ask God if He would forgive them as well. . Forgiveness is something that is sometimes very, very hard for us. Just please keep in mind, when someone violates or hurts you, they sometimes don’t even realize they’ve done it. It’s much better for ourselves to forgive them, let it go, and give it to the Lord. Hugs and prayers to you who have been violated or hurt.