Lately I've been thinking about my family. Mostly because I'm going to see some of them for Christmas. Last time I saw them I was a different person. All my memories are me being unhappy and such but none the less now that I have grown up and found the source of love and happiness there has been a different source of unhappiness to accompany my new found love. Unlike the unhappiness I've felt in the past this unhappiness causes me to feel great sympathy and worry. It's the kind that makes my heart want to climb out of my chest and do something. This one particular unhappiness is caused by the lack of well being of my mother.
Although having a strange and unique relationship with my mother I still have an overwhelming love for her. Lately though my thoughts of her have been of a different subject than the usual. Recently my mother has been married, found a home, found a church, and found Christ. This is all good, but the deeper, unfortunate side of the story is that this is her third husband, she's finding herself unable to pay her rent, her church is not able to help her grow, and her faith is found in religion. My heart weeps for this woman as I want to hold her and show her the real love that God wants for her. But I'm miles away and it seems like a phone call will make me look foolish. I want to show her the treasures she has waiting for her. I want to show her the healing she can receive by just asking for it, appose to the medicine she's grown to rely on. I think of this book when I think about how amazing my mother is, and it makes me cry when I have a hard time seeing the hope in her future. I can only pray.
