For as long as I can remember, my daddy loved us kids the same. He bestowed his blessings and his anger on each of us equally whenever we deserved it. No matter what my brothers or I had done or didn’t do, whether Dad approved or disapproved, he was always there for us. He never played favorites.
For as long as I can remember, I have never really gotten along well with my mother because she did play favorites, and I was not one of them. I couldn’t wait until I was 18 and graduated from high school so I could leave home on my own.
My travels carried me halfway across the United States, far away from those memories. Until the husband and father of my two children beat me and left us for the last time……and it was my daddy I called and simply asked, can I come home? Dad said yes with not one hesitation.
I am remarried and we celebrated our 27th anniversary a few months ago. My dear daddy passed away in 2004, and I miss him every day. Unbelievably, my three brothers all have disabling physical problems, so in this season of my life, I find myself the main caretaker of my mother.
I’d like to say that things have gotten better between us, but really, nothing much has changed, except that I am older and try hard to realize that she is older, too.
I looked up the word “parents” in the Bible, and I found this passage in Luke chapter 21, verses16-19. It starts out “And ye shall be betrayed both by parents, and brethren, and kinsfolks, and friends…..” and it ends “In your patience possess ye your souls.”
Great. What does that mean? In your patience possess ye your souls….
Well, I think it means to stand firm. To endure. To love and do good and bless those who despitefully use you, and to pray for them. Just as my earthly father would want me to love and take care of mom, so does my heavenly Father want me to love and pray for those He has placed in my life.
Another way to say it is found in John chapter 3, verse 30:
“He must increase, but I must decrease.”
love and prayers from Cindi