Alone together
During a time of transition one of my sisters in ministry coined the phrase alone together and when I saw this picture the two things paralleled. Children instinctively love their parents. No matter the roller coaster home life may be younger children especially have an unconditional love for their parents.
My mother and I didnt have a good relationship as I grew up. I believe the abuse or disfunction she went through was so embedded in her to a point she herself didnt see it. Some decisions she made and actions she took never seemed to come from a place of love but more out of anger and disappointment. As an adult when I attempted to have conversation of the things that have occurred she looks at me as though she has no idea about what I'm saying. These conversations would make me livid.
We must be cautious because the very things we are accustomed to, those things that have shaped us are what we pass on to others sometimes unknowingly. And so I've grown to be ok even in the lack of acknowledgement. I'm ok because I realize disfunction was her her normality and we cant teach what we don't know, what planted is what grows. Being ok with the apology and explanation we never recieve is OK.
In that realization I decided to dust off my roots, I can't change my past its what has shaped me but I can change my mindset and what I produce. My heart breaks at the thought of a faceless generation, carbon copies or statics and bad decisions. A sea of people that can be mistakeningly identified because we lack personal identity. Those who grow with a mind they must heal the ones raised them. My mind is plagued at the thought of children faceless because brokenness has become their banner in life and so my mission is to help heal if just one person at a time. To nurture and build those God places in my path. My assignment isn't what some would consider the norm but as long as I move when God speaks I'm ok with this place. No one God has trusted in my hand shall be left behind. #AloneTogether #ShakenForRestoration
My mother and I didnt have a good relationship as I grew up. I believe the abuse or disfunction she went through was so embedded in her to a point she herself didnt see it. Some decisions she made and actions she took never seemed to come from a place of love but more out of anger and disappointment. As an adult when I attempted to have conversation of the things that have occurred she looks at me as though she has no idea about what I'm saying. These conversations would make me livid.
We must be cautious because the very things we are accustomed to, those things that have shaped us are what we pass on to others sometimes unknowingly. And so I've grown to be ok even in the lack of acknowledgement. I'm ok because I realize disfunction was her her normality and we cant teach what we don't know, what planted is what grows. Being ok with the apology and explanation we never recieve is OK.
In that realization I decided to dust off my roots, I can't change my past its what has shaped me but I can change my mindset and what I produce. My heart breaks at the thought of a faceless generation, carbon copies or statics and bad decisions. A sea of people that can be mistakeningly identified because we lack personal identity. Those who grow with a mind they must heal the ones raised them. My mind is plagued at the thought of children faceless because brokenness has become their banner in life and so my mission is to help heal if just one person at a time. To nurture and build those God places in my path. My assignment isn't what some would consider the norm but as long as I move when God speaks I'm ok with this place. No one God has trusted in my hand shall be left behind. #AloneTogether #ShakenForRestoration
Comments
Post a Comment