The Flip Side of Mother’s Day
We have a sister and good friend who is currently living with us. I’ll call her Beth, which is not her real name. Sexually and physically assaulted and abused as a little girl, Beth was unprotected by an alcoholic mother with serious mental health issues who forced her to get married at the age of 15. She was not pregnant – mom just wanted her out of the house. Over the next few years, she had two little girls and a husband whose chief fault was continuous pot-smoking.
Just a teenager who was genetically predisposed and socially conditioned to cover depression and pain with alcohol, Beth set to partying and inevitably got a DUI, which her mother then used as leverage to take her children from her with the help and coöperation of child protective services. Mother then used the courts and her own coercive abilities to force Beth to travel far out-of-state to a rehabilitation facility. While she was there, mom used the courts to gain full custody of the girls as well as prohibitions against Beth visiting them.
Emotionally crushed, she stayed half way across the country, and, plagued by lack of esteem, panic attacks, depression, and physical ailments, looking for solace, hoping for genuine familial connection, fell in with one abusive codependent enabling man after another. She was close to death when my wife Kathy came into her life – sent, we believe, by Abba Father.
Beth is now clean and sober and has committed her life to Christ. She is physically disabled and struggles with depression and panic. Kathy takes her to medical appointments multiple times each week. Caring physicians and proper medication are helping, but the depth of her inner pain is beyond the help of medical science.
Today is Mother’s Day, and she sits weeping, longing to connect with her daughters whom she never meant to leave. We have contacted them both. They refuse to have anything to do with her and will not communicate in return. It seems that their grandmother (who now resides in a psychiatric facility) did an excellent job of brainwashing them into believing that Beth did not want them.
Abba, who art a friend to the friendless, a mother to the motherless, and a father to the fatherless, wrap your strong, loving, eternal arms of grace around all the Beths out there for whom Mother’s Day brings sorrow and pain, rather than joy and thanksgiving. Amen.
Posted on May 13, 2018, in Bible, bodily resurrection, Christianity, Prayer, Spirituality and tagged Christianity, comfort, evil, faith, grace, grief, healing, hope, Jesus, love, peace, truth. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.