I sure thought love conquered all. But as life in the burbs rolled on, my treasured, precious, handsome,
Well...in hindsight, I am thankful for these past seventeen ++ years. I would not have the faith I have. I wouldn't know the comfort a church home offers. I would not have worked a program for co-dependency and discovered how freeing it is to be detached in an act of love.
I beg friends to participate in an exercise that changed/rocked my world. List every single thing that's happened to you...that you wish had NOT...if you had been God. My list was long. I'll name just a few:
- Gut-wrenching "fight" between parents
- Parents divorce
- A move to Texas in 8th grade
- An alcoholic Mom
- Rush at college: a BAD deal
- "Flunking" out of college
- Wrong choices
- Bad - tough - mean bosses
- Mom dying of cancer
- Losing my Mimi of cancer
- My 19 year old's mental illness
- My 26 year old's wild lifestyle
- Jail for Prodigal
- Rehabs for Prodigals
- Psych hospitals for Prodigal
God's grace IS sufficient. He erases, softens the ole memory banks so that I can look back without bitterness. As if viewing a movie. I need to learn from the past, accept it...but move on! He HAS used each situation in my "now." A perfect example is the day I physically wrote # 3 down on my list, I received a phone call. A woman, new in town, with an 8th grade daughter needed help. Her daughter was miserable. She didn't know anyone----did I have an opening in an upcoming class (for girls?). I hung up the phone, glanced at my list and thanked God that I knew what it was like to feel ugly, insecure, scared and lost in the 8th grade.
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose." - Roman 8:28
Note: ALL THINGS.
I'm still waiting on #2 Son, but I'm not holding on...to the past OR to busted dreams of what coulda or shoulda. By the way - #1 Son is a love. I love him, he loves me, he loves his Dad. We've come a long way, the three of us. We laugh at some escapades, we bemoan others. We've moved on.