Friday, January 21, 2011
For some reason I have been thinking about my mom alot lately. Mayb its because I live only 30 min from where I spent my elementary years. My friends from that time period have a hard time believing that my mom is paraniod skitsafraniac.I lived with my grandparents in high school so my friends from then didnt know my mom very well or know that I have a younger sister. My college friends went on trips to see my mom so they have seen both. I miss that loving, creative, strict woman.. However over the years I have come to accept that she is lost forever. Her shell is still there. Very rarely glimpses are seen but most of the time the person I am talking to is not my mother. Its her illness and that illness is not my mother. I know that when she is in Heaven she will be healed from it. My relationship with my saviour Jesus Christ has healed my wounds and I believe that my scars with honor the Lord and help others draw close to him. He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow and I can always count on that no matter what!