Through the Valley

   "When they walk through the Valley of Weeping, it will become a place of refreshing springs." Psalm 85:6

  "It would make me happy if you'd call." Mom

   "Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will." Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper

  It's a gray, cool, rainy day. The kind of day where curling up with a good book makes sense. It's not something I've done lately but during some house cleaning, The Time Keeper landed on my bedside table. It's not the first time I've read it but re-reading a good book is always good. When I came across the above quoted line, my eyes stopped, frozen by words that leapt off the page into my heart.

  And I grieve.

  Old me would have called my mom back right away but the time for old ways is done. I've had to face the stark realization that, even if I did call, my mom would not be happy. 

  How very sad.

  But it is not my responsibility to make her happy, anyways. That's something only God can do. 

  And to be honest, I have no idea what to say. I wouldn't be working with the familiar script of all our other interactions. She talked, I stayed small and silent.

  I can't go back to the way it was. 

  Not now. 

  Not after everything that has happened. Especially since God's Truth has revealed the way of it all.

  It's not easy. Having a boundary. Or should I say, it's not easy keeping it in place. It feels unnatural, even selfish. But those are old voices: the ghosts of upbringing and marriage. 

  It's not that I don't care. I care deeply for a woman who is so ensnared by deception, she cannot do anything but resort to the old strategies, the old manipulations that once had me toeing the line. It must be confusing for an old woman that they are not succeeding.

  The old tactics aren't going to work because Jesus has drawn a new line. 

  There's that and I have nothing left to give, if giving requires me to be small. 

  That kind of giving is not an act of love anyways. 

  For either of us.