Today, as I was cleaning out some of the clutter in my mom’s house, a deep fear overcame me. It felt like I was eight years old again, as if I had done something terribly wrong and was about to be punished. I had to sit down and close my eyes, letting the feeling pass. I’m not sure where it came from, but I know it’s part of my journey in facing unresolved issues between my mom and me.

Once again, I felt furious with her stubbornness, with how closed off she is. Even when I’m standing right in front of her, trying to communicate, it feels like she chooses her own thoughts over truly listening to me or seeing the hurt in my heart. As I write this, I can still feel the anger running through my veins. I know deep down that she, too, is a victim of her own struggles. But, Lord, it breaks my heart to see so many of us falling into the enemy’s traps. I, too, let anger take hold of me.

Oh, Lord, I cry out for You to come soon and save us all. Because no earthly cure can heal the wounds we carry, only You. I see it so clearly now: we’re all trapped in this hopeless place, waiting for someone else to love us, but the truth is, we all lack the very love we long for. It’s a prison without keys.