Mama Said

From an early age, I remember how hard mom worked for all eight of us kids.

She wasn't perfect. But she did her best with God's help to raise us all alone.

All 8 of us were homeschooled.

All 8 of us are adults now. Two have families of their own. Two are still in college. We all love and respect our mother, we are all individuals and have our differences. We don't always get along, we argue, we fight, between us as siblings, and sometimes with mom. But through it all we are a tight-knit family unit who dearly loves each other.

I sneaked a picture of her the other day and posted it on Google+ and jokingly said that more than a few of her gray/white hairs were thanks to me... But I was being more serious than I usually admit...

See, when I was in college I got involved with a girl. But that relationship caused strain between mom and I, and I said and did a lot of really hurtful and wrong things that severely damaged our relationship. I am ashamed of some of the things that I said to her, and I am ashamed of the way I treated my whole family over that relationship.

Needless to say, that involvement didn't turn out the way I expected, and I realized how wrong I had been, and I started praying, and trying to find a way to repair the damage I had done to my family relationships.

God can heal any wound, and He is faithful and forgiving. I was able to heal my family relationships, and I was able to cultivate a great new relationship with my mom. I even moved back home when things went bad for the family financially and I am still here lending a hand and helping put two kids through college.

Tonight I surprised my mom with a trip to go see Star Trek: The Next Generation, The Best of Both Worlds in theatres. ( http://goo.gl/i52EO ) because she has always loved TNG and I thought this would be a nice random thing for her to just relax and enjoy.

I praise God every day for our restored relationship, and I am thankful that my relationship with my mother didn't continue following the tenor of this song.

Better

I won't post this anywhere else, because I'd get too much flak for what I have to say, and I don't feel like dealing with the various responses I'd get.

At least here I know only one or two people will ever see it or care.

-----------------------

I stumbled across this post on Google+ today, and it really made me stop and think.

https://plus.google.com/u/1/112022983294967948367/posts/KBx3v3WhPmp

This guy, as far as I know isn't even a Christian, but he is doing a far better job at being a father than my dad ever was.

My reactions are as follows:

1. I wish my father had cared enough to put forth this kind of effort with his kids.

2. How much more could this guy do, how much better of a father could he be with Christ as his guide?

3. Will I be able to be this kind of father?

4. Will I ever get the chance to find out?

Will I be better?
Is it better that I never find out?

Defeat

Every now and then, I have a rare moment when I feel happy and content with who I am...

But those moments never last and are quickly replaced by feelings of dislike and distrust for myself.