My parents split up when I was in my early twenties, it was without a doubt the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to go through. It’s something that I still grieve at times, mostly around holidays or momentous occasions. Don’t get me wrong, God has done a good work in my family, even though my parents made the choice to divorce. Both of my parents have remarried, and they are happy, and I’m happy for them – but a piece of me will always long from my Mom and Dad, and my sister and I to be a family.
There are reasons for this:
- Long walks on the beach each summer holding hands
- Going to the movies nearly every Friday night
- Listening to music together on the floor in the living room
- Watching them support me at every ball game that I ever played
- Crying with them when my heart felt like it was breaking over my first boyfriend
- Dropping my sister off at NC State for her first semester at college
Memories. History. Time Spent.
My oldest daughter is a thinker. She always has been. At one year you could look at her and clearly see the wheels turning, that hasn’t changed much.
The other day she made a profound comment (followed by a nervous yet brave question):
“Mommy, just because Poppy married Posey and Aimee married Chuck, that doesn’t mean they aren’t your Mommy and Daddy anymore….right?”
“No Lulu, they will always be my Mommy and Daddy, nothing can change that.”
Genetically, my parents will always be my parents. But it’s more than that – they spent two decades as the most important people in my life, I am who I am because of how they loved me.
You see, nothing can separate me from the love of my parents, not time, miles between us, disagreements we may have, not even their divorce. They will always love me, and I will always be their child.
Sounds familiar doesn’t it?
Romans 8:37-39 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
As much time and thought as my parents put into raising me, how much more dedicated has God been to the development of my character? He is with me wherever I go, He knows my every thought, and still He loves me! This was the reason I tattooed “abide” on my wrist, because it is a two-way street. He has always done His part, but I must be reminded to do mine. The veil of sin was torn between our hearts, Jesus paid it all, and now I am His child forever and ever, Amen.
This truth is something that I try to share with Lucy and Abby on a regular basis. I know that it is a mysterious truth, but truth is truth and I want it to be written on their hearts. I want them to know that no matter what life brings, God will be with them at every turn, and that Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.
Poppy and Abby
Aimee and Lucy
Chuck and Mom
Laura and Dad