The Realm of Forgiveness

Living out of forgiveness is dangerous. To partake in a redemptive story so much bigger than myself is to wander lost even while the story line asserts I'm found. To be significant in the story without being central is easier to preach than navigate.
There are no markers. The roads aren't paved. The travelling companions are few, and the guides are non-existent.
Forgiveness speaks of an orientation toward life, hope and the pervasive devastation of sin, by which the reality of sin does not dominate the story of life (i.e. make the story line one of overcoming sin), but is yet another venue for the redemptive power of God to manifest itself on behalf of those he loves.
How can I be so fully, perfectly, and unconditionally loved and not have the focus of the story shift onto me and the adequacy of my response to this love? And how can the story of my response to this love fail to turn on the never-resolved problem of my sinfulness?
Hence the disorienting mystery of forgivness and the meta-story of redemption. The very framework of how I perceive reality itself has failed me and all I serve. And while I feel my way along the outskirts of this realm, all is a blur of swirling and undulating impressions. Maps and roads and markers are not the tools of navigation in this world. I am beginning to sense that forgiveness and prayer are key, and that the overarching schema is a redemptive one.
Forgiven. I am just beginning to comprehend its implications.