MotherWound

I want to cry so much bc my Mother doesn't embrace her motherhood. She chooses to seek the embrace of men who don't fully embrace her. My sister and I seek our Mother's love but she is too blind to see the treasures God has granted her. I want to cry so much, my head hurts, there's lots of tension on my neck and head, it's just not fair that she doesn't see the gift that my sister and I are to her. How can you not see the gift of your children's love? How can you not see the hunger for love your daughter's are dying for? Depression and anxiety are the wounds my Mother has allowed to develop within us. This is a tough battle. Oh Jesus, heal us. Be our everything. Be my Father. Come, take care of us. Caress our hearts. We yearn to feel your love and protection. I want to hear your voice and see your face. Do not hide from us. Come and transform these hearts of ours that yearn for love. Great Lover, Redeemer, Constant Lover of me and my Sister, please help us feel your mighty hand that heals, that loves, that shows kindness, that provides for our every need. I want you. I need you. I can't do this without you. Show your beloved face to me. Do not let us hunger for so long.

I got a message from my childhood best friend. She is living in Costa Rica and myself in South Africa. We are from the south East USA — she’s with her parents and I’m with my husband. It’s strange because we have had such different roads since we were 13. And 20 years later we need to heal together. She brought up a beautiful thought that helped me place some realizations. We weren’t allowed to speak when my mom returned from basic training. All of a sudden we weren’t allowed to have imaginations.... her parents lost their business and my mom joined the army. And in that period of our lives our voices were taken from us. “Don’t say that... don’t tell people that ...don’t talk about that... don’t be like that..” our innocence was just expected to disappear around the age of 12/13 and we were such expressive, imaginative children.... but we were often left alone. We were often just — alone. And when they were around we needed to be like them or else we were in trouble..

I got a message from my childhood best friend. She is living in Costa Rica and myself in South Africa. We are from the south East USA — she’s with her parents and I’m with my husband. It’s strange because we have had such different roads since we were 13. And 20 years later we need to heal together. She brought up a beautiful thought that helped me place some realizations. We weren’t allowed to speak when my mom returned from basic training. All of a sudden we weren’t allowed to have imaginations.... her parents lost their business and my mom joined the army. And in that period of our lives our voices were taken from us. “Don’t say that... don’t tell people that ...don’t talk about that... don’t be like that..” our innocence was just expected to disappear around the age of 12/13 and we were such expressive, imaginative children.... but we were often left alone. We were often just — alone. And when they were around we needed to be like them or else we were in trouble..

I got a message from my childhood best friend. She is living in Costa Rica and myself in South Africa. We are from the south East USA — she’s with her parents and I’m with my husband. It’s strange because we have had such different roads since we were 13. And 20 years later we need to heal together. She brought up a beautiful thought that helped me place some realizations. We weren’t allowed to speak when my mom returned from basic training. All of a sudden we weren’t allowed to have imaginations.... her parents lost their business and my mom joined the army. And in that period of our lives our voices were taken from us. “Don’t say that... don’t tell people that ...don’t talk about that... don’t be like that..” our innocence was just expected to disappear around the age of 12/13 and we were such expressive, imaginative children.... but we were often left alone. We were often just — alone. And when they were around we needed to be like them or else we were in trouble..