I was a well behaved child and teenager. While some of my friends were rebelling, I “colored within the lines” well. However, later in life, after some difficult times, I set out to reinvent myself. I must say God is a much better Creator than I. The “me’s” I tried to create were total flops.
I praise Him, not only for restoring my life, but for renewing it when I surrendered to His Loving Creation of the “me” He intended all along. At some point when I was searching for my way “back home,” I talked to Mother about a “friend” who had committed all kinds of sins. I told her that my “friend” really wanted to make a turn around, but was afraid that she could never make anything right again. I asked Mother what I should tell my friend.
She looked at me with all the Love in The Universe. I saw a few tears fall before she hastily mopped them up with her apron. She came and put her arms around me. She just held me for a long few moments.
I felt forgiveness coursing through my body. She then stepped back and looked at me directly. In that moment I knew she knew it was not my friend. It was me. I wondered what she was about to say.
She said, very tenderly, “You are right to tell your friend to ask God’s Forgiveness. But tell her she must be sure to accept His Forgiveness. Tell your friend she needs to thank God that He will forgive her. Tell your friend she needs to forgive herself. And tell your friend that she is free now. Tell her to walk free.”
And just as quickly, she asked me what I would like for supper. From time to time after that, she would ask me, “How is your friend?”
I told her my friend was doing much better. She said, “That’s good. I pray for your friend.” She never asked me what my friend’s name was, as she usually did when she was going to pray for someone. She knew.
My Mother showed The Pure Love of Jesus. She did not condemn. She loved.
“Neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.” John 8:11