The above quote is an excerpt from my book “Taken From The Night – A Witch’s Encounter With God” and briefly describes the woman who had been a spiritual mom to me for years. Joan was the model of one who wore her heart on her sleeve. Her faith was deeply grounded and she had a heart desire for all her spiritual children to experience the same depth of faith. Where ever she went, you’d find her ministering to the broken hearted and praying for their lives to be healed. Joan was a virtuous woman who set her feet firmly on the straight path which regretfully led us to go our separate ways for a time.
I was the prodigal daughter who ventured into the gray area and onto a path of witchcraft and magic. I remember calling Joan on Mother’s Day to let her know I was thinking about her. She shared how she’d wished I could have been in church to hear Pastor John’s message on God’s role for mothers and the impact they have on their children. At the time I took offense because I was prohibited from going to church due to my pagan lifestyle, not realizing this mother’s heart was grieving for her spiritual daughter.
A mother’s heart is always looking out for what’s best for her child, regardless of the child’s perception and their love is often misunderstood. While my own maternal mom didn’t share Joan’s spiritual concern for me, she did possess the same mother’s heart for her rebellious child. During my teen years my mom struggled with keeping me on the straight and narrow, rather than my tiptoeing on the fence of risky behavior. At the time I saw my mom as controlling and unreasonable but as the years pass I gained a greater understanding and appreciation for both moms.
It’s really not until you experience motherhood yourself that you begin to relate to your own mother’s joy and tears over the wonder years. I’m grateful this reality hit home before my mom’s dementia hit her. You never know how important the here and now is until your keepsake memories are gone.
When this prodigal daughter had finally come to her senses and returned to her spiritual home, I found myself helping to pack Joan and John’s boxes for their relocation south. When the packing was finished and I headed for home that evening, “Joan gave me a Mother’s Day Special CD that included an Amy Grant song that she said, “Reminded her of me.”” (Taken From The Night excerpt). The song (Amy Grant, Oh How The Years Go By) touched my heart and “oh how the love brings tears to my eyes” to this day.
Have a joyous Mother’s Day!
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©By S. A. Tower, 2013
Press play to hear song.