The cry of many hearts for years, decades and even a lifetime. ‘You left me’. This morning, I reflected on a college mate of mine whose story touched my heart as teenager. I’ll call her ‘Anya’ for the purpose of this post. Her mother left her as a young girl with her dad and brothers. In her eyes, mom left to selfishly pursue her life’s goals or dreams. She had forgotten about her only daughter at the time. That was her story. I often wondered what her mother’s story sounded like. When we met in college, I sensed the pain she was walking through. Every time she hit a roadblock, her motivation to overcome was hinged on ‘showing mom that I can be somebody without you’.
Her pain was raw. I listened her story many times. At 17 years old, I’m not sure I understood it all. By God’s grace I’d never had to walk that road. As many students graced my classroom over the years, I’ve listened a version of that same story one time too many. Abandonment steals and plunders. It robs people of their sense of worth and peace of mind. It can leave a person’s spirit ravaged and in chaos. Often leaving unanswered questions swirling around, leaving many confused. If we allow it to imprison our hearts and minds, it can hold us captive for a lifetime.
Anya and I lost touch for a few years. When we reconnected she had become a successful educator and accomplished much of her dreams. Not so long ago, I found out that her mom had passed. It appeared that at the funeral, she was not acknowledged as a daughter. Even in the death – it seemed she was still ‘abandoned’. This caused me to ponder. What do we do when people leave ? How much time had Anya wasted trying to be valued and seen by someone who chose not to see her? Where do we find our worth? Is it insanity to spend a lifetime seeking validation where it will never be found? When will the search be over?

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, or lack compassion for the child of her womb? Even if these forget, yet I will not forget you” (Isaiah 49:15). Here lies the comfort to those who struggle with abandonment. This is not a bandage that we slap on and hope it heals the wound. This is truth that goes deep down to those inner places. It unearths the root cause of the pain and soothes like a balm. No doubt it’s a journey and it takes time. That’s why Christ offers to do this with us. He knows it’s easier said than done. One should not give their lifetime in search of love and acceptance from a person who might be incapable of giving it. People cannot give what they don’t have. We will be disappointed and regret those wasted years. God is faithful and He stays. He also knows how to restore the years.
****Thanks for reading – May you discover the love of The Father who stays.
Oh, this hits home for me. Similarly, when my “stepfather” passed away, I was barely acknowledged at the services. I have an estranged relationship with my mother, she is not going to change. My biological parents and my stepfather all contributed to feelings of abandonment I struggle with, low self-worth. It wasn’t until I felt the love of Jesus, that I knew I was home. He is all I ever needed. Now I seek a relationship with Him, and I seek to interact with the world from a place of being rooted in His love. Thanks for sharing this.🙏🏻❤️
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This is a world of pain. People hurt us in ways that we can’t even begin understand. I’ve asked my ‘why’ and realize I’ll never get an answer that satisfies. Christ is our only hope and yes it’s comforting finding our home in Him. How do you handle the moments when the feelings resurface?
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That is a wonderful question, and I see it as a mini-affirmation for my poetry book I am starting to compile. I am writing about how addiction and trauma have affected / continue to affect my life, and how I am learning to live around the effects.
There is a “family-sized” space in my heart that I am missing. It’s probably accurate to say I think about it every day. I long for the love of parents, I wish I had a big, happy, picturesque family who gathers for lunch on weekends. That is not my story.
When feelings surface, I process that with myself and with God the Father, reminding myself that I have three precious gifts and we are a family; I remind myself no two lives are exactly the same. This is my path, and I can choose to lament what I am “missing” or I can rejoice in the picture I have. That makes all the difference.❤️❤️
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Beautiful! I see this as God offering the opportunity to create your own legacy, change the ending of the story, building and writing your own memories. The new chapter now begins with you. What an awesome way to turn the pages and rewrite the script.💕🌻
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Beautifully written, with grace and compassion for both/all parties.
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Yes, indeed! Thanks for reading.
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