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By Lindsey Conrad
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About two years ago one of my girlfriends witnessed to me. She had opened my eyes to God and His love. I had come home eager to tell my parents, but instead of receiving the news with joy, they had hardened against me claiming that my beliefs were childish. That night was one of the first fights I had ever had with my parents. After that it seemed like things only got worse. Every time I went to church I could feel their displeasure. Their anger at my ‘defiance’ spilled over into their own relationship and started straining it to the max. Both of my parents started spending more time at work, no longer taking time off to come and see me receive awards from school or play on my softball team.
Today I came home crying because I had been accepted into one of the highest honors classes in my school, and yet I knew that my parents wouldn’t care to hear it. They wouldn’t be posting the slip of paper announcing my acceptance, nor would they probably even take a look at it if I laid it out on the counter top. As I opened the door expecting to see an empty house I was surprised to find my mother home. She was dressed for work, but sat at our dining room table talking on the phone. I smiled and offered a wave. She gave me a dismissive flick of her wrist. I nodded, turned and went to my room to finish my school work. About half an hour later she called me down and demanded that I decide who I wanted to live with.
“I’m sorry?”
“Don’t play that, you know what I am talking about, who do you want to live with after the divorce is final?”
I stood dumbstruck, ‘they are actually going through with this?’ My heart broke. All my talks about loving each other, all my attempts to make them see what they were doing wrong had failed. I had tried to talk them into going to a counselor at my church, to talk to them or anyone, but they had just given up.
“Well?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes you do!”
I bit my lip, “No I really don’t.”
Anger spewed across her face, “Well you had better decide. The judge is going to ask you where you want to live and he won’t take an ‘I don’t know’ answer. So make up your mind!”
I could feel the heat of her anger seeping into my veins, “Mom, are you sure you want to go through with this? You and dad really haven’t pursued all the avenues. You can go to counseling, learn some better communication skills…”
“I am sick and tired of you thinking that you are the adult around here! You are the child, get that into your head!”
“I wouldn’t have to act like the adult if you and dad were!” I cringed, I never should have said that and the look on her face told me how it affected her.
“You are grounded. Go to your room and don’t even think that you can go to your ‘church activities’!”
The last words were thrown at me as I ran up the stairs.
I took another shaky breath and laid on my back staring at the ceiling. ‘Why Lord?’ I beseeched the sky. ‘Why can’t I help them? Why must I mess up every opportunity you provide to me?’
Just love them child.
‘How? How can I when they keep hurting me?’
Love them as I love you.
‘What more can I do? I tell them of you and get scorned. I offer help for them and they swat away my hand.’
Just love them…
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