When I was in college, she made a (directional) decision that I didn't agree with. I regret how I handled it...in a strong-willed "know it all" immature attitude. My mom basically wrote me off because she was so hurt. Was I right in my stance? YES. Did I handle it with love, mercy & compassion? NO.
I lost my mom.
But GOD...
Right after that, I went to school with YWAM. I knew I was going to have a lot of airplane/sit on my rear time, so I bought a project. I found my mom's favorite poem as a cross stitch to do as a prayer project.
When I am an old woman, I shall wear PURPLE with a red hat that doesn't go & doesn't suit me...by Jenny Joseph (I did customize it a little to suit my mom)
When
I am an old woman I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go
and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on new "favorite
sweaters"
and more shoes and say we have no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
and gobble up samples
in shops, and press alarm bells,
and run my stick along the public
railing,
and make up for the sanity of my youth.
I shall go out in my
slippers in the rain,
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts, and grow more fat,
and
eat three pounds of sausage at a go,
or fresh bread and pickles for a
week,
and hoard pens and pencils and notepaper, and things in boxes,
but
now we must have clothes that keep us dry, and pay our rent,
and not
swear in the street, and set a good example for the children.
We will
have friends to dinner, and read the paper,
but maybe I ought to
practice a little now,
so people who know me are not too shocked and
surprised
when suddenly I am old and I start to wear purple.
So for plane hours, and "quiet times", I'd prayerfully stitch this poem together for her.
I had hard moments, because while on the mission field, I'd call my mom to "test the waters" - NOPE, she still wouldn't receive me. "What IS the point???" would be my thoughts; I'd want to burn the cross stitch feeling like I was doing it for nothing and God was NOT answering my prayers - but back to the cross stitch I'd go in prayer for her, me, healing, forgiveness, our relationship, & peace.
I knew if I dwelt on MY feelings, I'd be angry, hurt, and stay in a place of un-forgiveness. So I needed to be ACTIVE in working towards healing, and stay in a place of petitioning God for restoration. It's impossible to stay angry when you're working towards, and praying for healing. You look either one way or the other.
When I got home months later, I gave my mom a call. Without any explanation, venting, or angry blow-up, there was instant peace between us - the peace that passes all understanding. I didn't have to agree with her to love & accept her.
I had the poem framed, and gave it to her as a Mother's Day gift. From then to the day she suddenly died the following year, my mom & I had a beautiful time of healing & friendship between us.
Now this poem hangs in my home as a reminder that
prayer works
And you NEVER know how long you have
with loved ones,
treat them like
there is NO TOMORROW
It's too often that people settle for dysfunctional or estranged relationships. They just turn a blind eye, or write each other off, yet Matthew 5 is so clear:
23-24 “This
is how I want you to conduct yourself in these matters. If you enter
your place of worship and, about to make an offering, you suddenly
remember a grudge a friend has against you, abandon your offering, leave
immediately, go to this friend and make things right. Then and only
then, come back and work things out with God.
That's pretty serious!
I know it's easier to forget the person rather than deal with the rift, but forgetting about the issue breeds un-forgiveness under the surface - growing like a fungus in our hearts.
The biggest lesson I learned from my experience growing up is that people do the very best they can with the tools they have. Often people don't have all the tools they need, so their response is not the best - but we need to view them with compassion. Isn't that what we're asking for when we make mistakes?