Yesterday was Mother’s Day.
If anyone were to ask me how I would describe my relationship with my mother, I would just say that it is a love-hate relationship.
Far from perfect relationship
Eight years ago before moving back in, I could tell you that there were 20 six inches thick and solid concrete slabs between my mother and me.
We rarely communicated and the only time we managed to communicate was during a heated exchanged.
This hostility is accumulated over the years with a family that lacks intimacy, and disappointments incurred. But in spite of this, somehow in our hearts we knew we shared this unspoken love for each other.
Learning to love and forgive
For he himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility
By the grace of God, through many “trials and errors” with more exchanges after I had moved back, the 20 slabs of concrete has been reduced to 8 slabs now.
At least now, we are able to carry a decent conversation without raising our voices. Ha ha…
I believe God has been teaching me to love more by forgiving more through this process. And He still is.
Making her day
Recently, I was reminded by the Holy Spirit that being a testimony also begins at home, just as it matters in the marketplace.
I have to admit it is a tall order for me and especially being a man where expressing feelings and showing love doesn’t come that natural.
But I guess I need to have faith and obey by being more deliberate when I am home to share my life more with my mother.
And I know the breakthrough will come for us when I would be able to say, “I love you” without hesitance.
I think that would sure make her day rite? =p