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Re: In Memory Of Our Mothers
My Mom grew up as a preachers kid, but something happened to her as an older teenager that turned her away from God and church. She married my Dad, and they both became alcoholics and abusive. When I was only 3 years old, Mom and Dad divorced, (I never saw Dad again). Mom decided to move back to the town where she had grown up, it was the town where all her family still lived.
I was blessed to grow up, hear truth preached, and to receive the Holy Ghost in the same church my Mom grew up in. It was here that I learned about Jesus. Every Sunday and Wednesday, either my Grandmother or my Aunt would come and get us children and take us to church. I remember learning to pray at my Grandmother's knee when I was around 4 years old. It was around this time that I started praying for Jesus to save my mommy. I prayed this daily.
Growing up was not easy. I feel Mom did the best that she could, she simply had too many problems, problems that only Jesus could solve. In spite of all that Mom did or didn't do while we were growing up and in spite of whatever problems she had with God or the church, I am thankful that she never talked bad about the church, and she never tried to stop us from going to church.
As a kid, I never saw Mom in church, never heard her pray, but I never stopped praying for her. I grew up, was emancipated at 16, eventually got married and had children of my own, and still I prayed for Jesus to save my "mommy".
After praying that daily for over 30 years, Jesus answered that prayer! Five years ago my Mom found an altar of repentance and has come back to a right relationship with Him!!!!!!!!!
Mom has since apologized for all that she did to us during our childhood. I don't blame her, I know it was her alcoholism and her being away from God.
I am so thankful for my Mom!! I am so appreciative to just be able to sit and discuss the goodness of Jesus and the Word of God with her. There were times I didn't think I would ever see this day come, but GOD IS FAITHFUL!!!!!!!!!
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Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.
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