![]() ![]() God was present, like a weaver spinning a complex but fanciful pattern on her loom, offering her, me, and our family the possibility of healing and laughter beyond our pain. But to say that God didn't make my mother leave is not to say that God wasn't present in her leaving. My mother left, and for good reasons I've discovered over the years. Generations of abuse in her family and years of having no outlet to talk about it left her no choice as a frightened, defeated woman but to leave when the time came to decide. It's as complex as knowing three decades later that God did not will my mother to walk out on her family and probably didn't try to change her mind. But as always, in anger and in guilt the truth looks simple. I have flip-flopped over the years between being angry at God (the gods) for allowing my mother to abandon me and blaming myself for not being the kind of daughter a mother would want to stay and protect. Weems with permission of Simon & Schuster. ![]() Excerpted from "Listening for God" by Rev. ![]()
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