I’ve written about floating in the ocean and not fighting to stay afloat. I don’t know if that is what happened today or not, but I had a strange experience. Today, my mom came home from the hospital. At the entrance, we had to get her from the wheelchair to the car. My brother and two nurses all tried to do that and they couldn’t get it to work. They were considering ordering an ambulance for her, but before they did that, we decided to give it one more try. On the second try, instead of the nurses, I grabbed hold of my mother and pulled her up and got her into the car.
I guess that the difference was everyone was scared of hurting my mother and I knew what she was capable of. The other difference, which really amazes me is that the woman who hates me, puts me down every chance she gets, and claims that I don’t love her enough, knew that of all the people there she could trust me to not let her fall. I don’t care about the woman as my mother anymore, but for some reason she knows that I won’t let her fall. It’s weird.
God tells us to love our brothers and sisters in Christ and to turn the other cheek. He doesn’t tell us to let them abuse us and hurt us. There’s a fine line between loving and honoring someone and being their victim. I’m not sure I know exactly where that is, but maybe it means that you don’t let that person fall.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
