More and more my mind went to bigger and better things than missing my mother and feeling alone. I came into a firm realization of how much I enjoyed being alone and not feeling lonely – a phenomenon that only time with God brought about.
I wanted to know God as my Father. I wanted to grow closer to Jesus Christ as my Husband, but I just couldn’t at that juncture. Feelings of loss over my mother and hatred over my earthly father were just too raw and circulating through my new life without either of them.
So I continued growing closer to God through Christian television and even attending local church services occasionally. Time jump started out of the rut of mourning I was in; I began vocational school in preparation for a new job, and used my unemployment checks and savings to put a down payment on a used car.
Life got going again, thanks to Jesus.
(Happy New Year!)