I stand at the door and knock. Awaiting for my son to open it as this mother was concerned. I was not leaving until he opened the door and planning to camp out, if need be. As my patience grew weak and my anger grew in intensity, I found the peace and just prayed. I had to pray that I did not lash out words of anger but of love and encouragement. How can he allow his mother to stand somewhat patiently in the hallway of his apartment building while finishing up a video game? My mind went to the disrespect and anger, which followed easily enough. While I am patient, I understand that ‘in the middle of a game’ with guys it is crucial. I have had too many boys hang out in my home over the years to know different so I patiently and impatiently waited. Still, feeling that bit of frustration. I was determined to not leave and he knew it. A surprise visit, an hour away from home does not happen often but when it does, you best be ready to open the door. Mama is here! I knew something was not right.
How can I stay frustrated though when the door is unlocked, opened and I see his 6’3″ frame before me and not love and hug him tight with tears? He is mine! No matter how tall, how old, how aggravated my inside was experiencing, he will always be mine. My child.
In life we mess up, we fail, our walk is not perfect, disappointment in ourselves and others, etc. In those times, we want to hide and keep the door shut to those around us and ignore life or what happens in our world. The point of depression and isolation can come and knock us for a loop and unsure how to get out of this tailspin.
While I understand his predicament, I also have been there many times. In all of this, the guilt will hit me and the enemy is quick to accuse me that it is my fault. My fault because he is like me, I was and am a terrible mother and fill in the
blanks. Yes, he is like me, I was and am his mother and while I have made mistakes, I was and am also a great mother. So turning those lies into positive and to get the enemy off my back and out of my mind is what I did and do often. Lies and fear must go.
My former counselor calls that rewiring your brain, too. We need to flip our thoughts to the positive. In my case with my son and the lies, etc., it is putting Satan in his place and acknowledging that the Lord is in control of this situation. Until next time and I’ll do the same. Back off! A spiritual warfare on my behalf and definitely for my son.
Just like God, He will not give up on you, me, us. He will patiently stand at the door and knock; awaiting for the door to open and for us to acknowledge Him. The love of a mother for her child is deep but He loves us so much more.
My present counselor mentioned the other day that he was reminded of me while reading the Bible and various writings that all seemed to relate. I had told him of my surprise visit to my son’s apartment, standing at the door knocking. The verse, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.” He knew of my love for my son and the concern I had plus my determination of not leaving him until I knew he was okay. I loved that my counselor told me that and how this reminded him of me doing the same, I stand at the door and knock.
How great it is that He will never leave nor forsake us. He awaits to hear us call upon Him. He loves me. He loves you. ❤️
On my way home today from church, I heard the man on the Christian radio station mention and encourage those listening to not quit.
It was about twenty years ago, I did not care if I woke up when having gallbladder surgery. I had a note prepared for my children and a cassette tape (so that was a long time ago) of my voice talking to them, just in case I did not come through surgery. I remember the drive to the hospital and the hopelessness and sadness of my life felt. My gallbladder was to be removed but my heart was so broken, I did not think I would make it. I found myself so disappointed that I was still alive, and I can still remember that moment in recovery. Talk about hopeless. Nobody to share with, so alone and I was beginning to really doubt that the Lord knew me, cared, much less loved me. I wanted to quit life!
It was when I heard this song, “He Knows My Name” by Tara Jackson and played the song over and over for the longest time and still one of my favorites. He does knows my name and He knows where I am. Thank God.
Life has a way of throwing one for a loop sometimes. For the most part, it is good and a happy, fun time but other times, it can make you shake your head and stop you in your tracks. Just overwhelmed.
So at those times, when over my load limit, overwhelmed and all, I guess I just want to play dead as the possum will do. I’m tired, I cannot go much more, etc.
So no matter what is before me, my son or if you are overwhelmed take a break and then get back up and continue on. It’s just temporary.