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I'm very concerned for a friend of mine who became a Christian recently as a part of the college missions team. Much of why he joined us is because of the past chaplain who has since been forced to step down from ministry. This guy wants the Lord but he is isolating himself out if shame. Because of his alternative lifestyle, he doesn't accept people's love and feels rejected. He's teetering on the edge of God and the world.
My mother called me today rather distraught. She is a new believer and is struggling to stay afloat. She has little sense of identity, and doesn't like to reach out because of her own projections. I've been a christian for many years and while I have many similar issues to my mother, I have, by the grace of God, been able to work on some of them. I have gained a lot of wisdom but I must admit it feels awkward mothering my own mother. She truly needs to reach out and she has been making a great effort to. I do not mind sharing what the
Lord has taught me but it's difficult when she comes to me like a child. While I'm honestly compassionate towards her and harbor no bitterness or resentments for this, some of her issues are still difficult for me. While I've striven to find truth in my life, it's often a fight. And when I get off the phone there is a deep sense of grief that ive just swaddled my mother but there is no one to swaddle me. Yes its a feeling and not a fact, but it's real nonetheless.
My mother called me today rather distraught. She is a new believer and is struggling to stay afloat. She has little sense of identity, and doesn't like to reach out because of her own projections. I've been a christian for many years and while I have many similar issues to my mother, I have, by the grace of God, been able to work on some of them. I have gained a lot of wisdom but I must admit it feels awkward mothering my own mother. She truly needs to reach out and she has been making a great effort to. I do not mind sharing what the
Lord has taught me but it's difficult when she comes to me like a child. While I'm honestly compassionate towards her and harbor no bitterness or resentments for this, some of her issues are still difficult for me. While I've striven to find truth in my life, it's often a fight. And when I get off the phone there is a deep sense of grief that ive just swaddled my mother but there is no one to swaddle me. Yes its a feeling and not a fact, but it's real nonetheless.
