Hello this is John Eldridge and welcome to the Ransomed Hart podcast.

With the approach of Mother's Day, we wanted to take you back into a recording that

Stacy Eldridge, my wife did, from captivating where she talks about

mothers.

I read a story recently about a young woman who had just given birth to her first child and her own mother had come to help care for her.

The baby had kept the new mother up most of the night with his little mysterious noises,

so she was going to ask her mom how long it was

before you stopped hearing all those sounds.

Before she could ask, however, her own mother asked her.

Are you getting a cold, dear? I thought I heard you wheezing last night.

Huh, no matter how old your children become, they are still your children.

Just as it is true that no matter how old you are when your parents die, you

were still an orphan.

I don't know exactly when a softening began to occur between my mother and me, but slowly we became more graceful

with each other.

I do know that it began after I had looked honestly at my childhood and grieved deeply

the wounds my parents had dealt me, inflicted by action as well as inaction.

I had looked squarely at my youth.

I'd been angry, I'd been sorrowful, and after a season I was able to forgive I began to see my

mother with new eyes. My mother and I began to enjoy even celebrate our shared faith in God, and not debate the differences.

From out of the blue one day, my mom apologized to me for missing me, ignoring my questions,

and turning a blind eye to my struggles while I was growing up.

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