Friends, Monday I enjoyed a restful Labor Day here in New Jersey, and I pray those of you in America did also (and that the rest of you had a blessed day in general). I appreciate your patience through yesterday’s respite, and now here’s this week’s brief post for your continued edification and blessing.
When I left that horrible situation, God’s mercy and favor went with me. Immediately, I took a very small third-floor apartment across the street from one of my siblings; a close friend of hers was my landlord.
I brought my mother to the new place and began my prodigal confession. As I took her into my arms and literally begged her forgiveness for all I’d put her through, she opened her arms also, to receive my embrace. She didn’t back away; she opened up both arms and enveloped me with tender intent and sincerity. I’ll never forget that.
Much later I realized that she had asked the Lord if there was true repentance in me, and He’d confirmed to her there was; I’d hurt her so much, so many times… IMO, her inquiry of God was wise. So she received me with no malice, only relief and a kind of tentative curiosity, I think, about this care-worn baby girl with whom she was becoming reacquainted. I’d been gone for so long… but her acceptance was marvelous and miraculous. I don’t know that I would have shown such willingness to forgive. Again, I’ve never forgotten the ease of actual reconciliation we enjoyed that day.
I also recall the feverish determination coursing through me with which I vowed to rededicate my life to God and return to His ways. I was 21 years old and – to this day, by His power – I haven’t looked back.