A big part of plan A working is the forgiveness issue. I got the fable at a forgiveness seminar and it really helped me try to look at things differently. I posted this under recovery also. It is kinda long but hope some of you find it worthwhile. Hope it is ok to post it this way as I am kinda new to the forum and posting rules/etiquette. <p>
The Magic Eyes--A Little Fable<p>In the village of Faken in innermost Friesland there lived a long thin baker named Fouke, a righteous man with a long thin chin and a long thin nose. Fouke was so upright that he seemed to spray righteousness from his thin lips over everyone who came near him; so the people of Faken preferred to stay away.<p>Fouke's wife, Hilda, was short and round, her arms were round, her bosom was round. Hilda did not keep people at bay with righteousness; her soft roundness seemed to invite them instead to come close to her in order to share the warm cheer of her open heart.<p>Hilda respected her righteous husband, and loved him too, as much as he allowed her; but her heart ached for something more from him than his worthy righteousness.<p>And there, in the bed of her need, lay the seed of sadness.<p>One morning, having worked since dawn to knead his dough for the ovens, Fouke came home and found a stranger in his bedroom lying on Hilda's round bosom.<p>Hilda's adultery soon became the talk of the tavern and the scandal of the Faken congregation. Everyone assumed that Fouke would cast Hilda out of his house, so righteous was he. But he surprised everyone by keeping Hilda as his wife, saying he forgave her as the Good Book said he should.<p>In his heart of hearts, however, Fouke could not forgive Hilda for bringing shame to his name. Whenever he thought about her, his feelings toward her were angry and hard; he despised her as if she were a common whore, when it came right down to it, he gated her for betraying him after he had been so good and so faithful a husband to her.<p>He only pretened to forgive Hilda so that he could punish her with his righteous mercy.<p>But Fouke's fakery did not sit well in heaven.<p>So each time that Fouke would feel his secret hate toward Hilda, an angel came to him and dropped a small pebble, hardly the size of a shirt button, into Fouke's heart. Each time a pebble dropped, Fouke would feel a stab of pain like the pain he felt the moment he came on Hilda feeding her hungry heart from a stranger's larder.<p>Thus he gated her the more; his hate brought him pain and his pain made him hate.<p>The pebbles mulitplied, And Fouke's heart grew very heavy with the weight of them, so heavy that the top half of his body bent forward so far that he had to strain his neck upward in order to see straight ahead. Weary with hurt, Fouke began to wish he were dead.<p>The angel who droped the pebbles into his heart came to Fouke one night and told him how he could be healed of his hurt.<p>There was one remedy, he said, only one for the hurt of a wounded heart. Fouke would need the miracle of the magic eyes that could look back to the beginning of his hurt and see his Hilda, not as a wife who betrayed him, but as a weak woman who needed him. Only a new way of looking at things through the magic eyes could heal the hurt flowing from the wounds of yesterday.<p>Fouke protested. "Nothing can change the past," he said. "Hilda is guilty, a fact that not even an angel can change."<p>"Yes, poor hurting man, you are right," the angel said. "You cannot change the past, you can only heal the hurt with the vision of the magic eyes."<p>"And can I get your magic eyes?" pouted Fouke.<p>"Only ask, desiring as you ask, and they will be given to you. And each time you see Hilda through your new eyes, one pebble will be lifted from your aching heart."<p>Fouke could not ask at once, for he had grown to love his hatred. But the pain of his heart drove him to want and to ask for the magic eyes that the angel had promised. So he asked. And the angel gave.<p>Soon Hilda began to change in front of Fouke's eyes, wonderfully and mysteriously. He began to see her as a needy woman who loved him instead of a wicked woman who betrayed him.<p>The angel kept his promise, he lifted the pebbles from Fouke's heart, one by one, though it took a long time to take them all away. Fouke gradually felt his heart grow lighter; he began to walk straight again, and somehow his nose and his chin seemed less thin and sharp than before. He invited Hilda to come into his heart again, and she came, and together they began again a journey into their second season of humble joy.<p>from: Smedes, Lewis B. (1996) Forgive & Forget. Harper, San Francisco, pp xvii-xix
