My mother’s been gone for almost 20 years, and I miss her every day especially this time of year. With my birthday and hers last month followed by Mother’s Day, my heart desperately aches for her hugs, sweet smiles, and infectious laughter. I’ve been busy working on launching my book, and I just realized that I forgot to make time just to sit, reflect, and let the tears flow where they may.
I remember when I repressed everything about my father raping me as a child, and how I didn’t want to feel anything because I thought I would never stop crying and go insane. On the outside I was laughing and joyful, but on the inside horrible flashbacks tortured me non-stop.
Like I mentioned in my blog about the importance of having a “safe place,” I thought my mother was my safe place since my father wouldn’t touch me when she was around. Now I realize that God has always been my safe place, and my mother was the instrument through which I experienced His love. Thank you, Lord, for turning my tears of sorrow into tears of joy. And, thanks mom, for being totally open to the spirit of God and giving me the priceless gift of faith that saved my life. Happy Mother’s Day, mom, and Happy Mother's Day to all mothers everywhere! Without you the world would have imploded by now.