In 2006 I went to a counselor. I said, “My mom died 2 years ago, and I don’t miss her.”
I visited the counselor once a week for 5 weeks. She had me paint pictures, tell her my nighttime dreams and discuss what my mother was like. She said my feelings (lack of feelings) were justified, based on how my mother chose to be a mom.
I felt vindicated for quite a while. But not really.
Recently, in my readings of books and devotionals by Christian writers, I’ve been coming across the word “worldview.” I understand that the Christian worldview is through the lens of the Bible.
My counselor had a let’s-all-be-happy worldview.
And it hit me. Shazaam. God said, “Honor thy father and mother.”
I can, do and have honored my mother. I’m happy to do that! Honoring her is easy.
No more trying to dredge up what I thought the appropriate emotion should be.
Do you know what an inner transformation this mini-epiphany has brought about in me?