Both of my adult children are dealing with vindictive exes, and my heart hurts for them. The mama lion in me wants to somehow save them and make things better for them and my grandchildren. But the thing is, I don’t know what the best recourse is for either of them. I know what I’d like to have happen, but would it ultimately be the right thing? I don’t know. But I know who does: God.
Besides being a recovering alcoholic, I’m also a recovering Catholic. For some reason, the word ’God’ always made me bristle, even though God always answered my desperate ’foxhole’ prayers, the ones in which I promised commitment to Him in exchange for getting me out of whatever jam I was in. It took a lot (an incurable disease) for me to finally surrender and start praying to Him then, believing He could help me. Amazingly—mercifully—in spite of my reneging, He did.
My greatest struggle turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I recognized my powerless and my need for the super power of God. I hate to see anyone, particularly my kids, go through a hard time, but I pray that they realize their need for a power greater than themselves and humble themselves. It’s ok to not have all the answers.
The secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him, and He will show them His covenant. My eyes are ever toward the Lord, for He shall pluck my feet out of the net. ~Psalm 25:14-15
