Get In The Car

GET IN THE CAR

Thinking of my wonderful relationship I now have with my 22 year old daughter and how she has grown to be a beautiful and wonderful young woman I remember one of the instances when I thought my relationship with her was doomed. . . .  You did see that I said one of the instances!!

When my daughter was at the peak of her teenage years we got into this huge argument! I don’t remember what we were mad about but the thought “she better be glad I’m a Christian” went through my mind and I held to that at that moment to just keep my sanity.

It was really late, maybe close to midnight when she decided that she was leaving! Not knowing where she wanted to go (nowhere I presume) she stormed out of the house into the dark, cold quietness of what was to me – scariness and a mom’s worst nightmare.

I was angry and hurt.  She was angry and hurt.  But it did not stop me from jumping in my car looking for her. My heart leaped with joy when I saw her walking down the lonely dark road. I was so thankful she was ok.

She didn’t want to get in the car. She didn’t want to return to what made her leave in the first place. I had to convince her to Get In The Car and to return to what she was running from. She was running from love.  To her my love was disguised as her enemy. She was afraid and felt alone and felt that no one cared.  I’m not sure if I even understood that at that time.

By the grace of God she got back in the car.  My anger was gone but the pain was still there.  I don’t know about my daughter.  I don’t know if her anger and hurt was still there with additional unwanted emotions.  But I was ok with that.  She was safe and I was taking her back home.

I don’t remember what followed after that.  All I know is that she knew I loved her and wanted her and I know that even if she cried herself to sleep that night – she knew I cared enough to go after her even when she knew how mad I was.

True story!

Karen L. Evans

 

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