oh, yeah, and I like to write in 3rd person when I’m journaling. I’m more likely to re-read the entry and give a more objective point of view that way. You also might have to go back to my entry about the jewels and the rocks to get a lot of this.
She feels the need to write, though she is unsure on what subject. She is beginning to see a change in herself as of late. The extra time she spent daydreaming, she’s found other uses for. To start working again will need some getting used to, but she welcomes the change. She only hopes that she will still have time to write and play music like now.
A voice that sings for God. This is what she desires. She loves music, but music cannot be what she worships. If it came down to music and God, she must choose God. Is that what is happening as she wrestles with her future? Is music simply her choice and not God’s? She doesn’t believe the black stone in her left hand is music. Music may be the amber-colored jewel in her right hand.
She suspects that the black stone in her left hand may be her need to save her mother. It is not a representation of the love they share. No, it is something much more toxic than that. The feeling of need to be her mother’s savior is a yoke she was never meant to bear. It is something she took upon herself, having been her mother’s pillar of support her entire life. However, she must realize that it is a responsibility that she cannot and must not shoulder. It is a weight that will threaten to crush her once her arms become too numb to notice the pain in carrying it.
No wonder this stone is so difficult to drop. No wonder this stone takes up so much of her hand. This weight is enormous. She does care for her mother, but so long as she continues to try to shoulder this responsibility, she can never fully love her mother. It is not possibly to love her when all she feels from her is pain and a weight that no human can shoulder. It is not possible to love her when she feels that she is a burden.
In order to love her mother and freely live her own life, she must release her iron grip on this rock and let it fall to the ground. She had said once before that she must learn to trust that God will catch what needs to be caught, pick up and heal what was bruised, and let fall what is unnecessary and even detrimental to her growth. She will choose to believe that this rock is something she can freely drop. She is not and can never be her mother’s savior. She can only be her mother’s daughter. Only Christ can be her Savior. Only Christ is her true and rightful Savior. She must let her go. Her mother must live her mother’s life, and she must learn to live her own. If she tries to live out both their lives. This is a tragedy that must not come to pass or she will certainly ruin what is left of her life.
It is never too late to start over. She is not only releasing the black; she is throwing it as far as she can and sending it off their cliff.
She was mistaken. This burden is great, but it is not the black stone. It was another rock in her hand that she kicked over the edge. The black stone was not meant to be thrown. It was meant to be given to her Jesus. And in turn, He replaces it with a pink jewel: love for her mother.
Perhaps her need to be her mother’s savior was truly the black stone, but it was not meant to be thrown but given to Jesus to craft. She feels, however, that there were two stones: the shiny and somewhat beautiful black one, and a round ordinary gray one like the one she found a picture of. No matter that case, she has dropped the plain one and handed the black on to Jesus.
Black one: the relationship with her mother.
She is beginning to realize that her relationship with her mother will never be the same again. She sees now that by giving this black stone to her Father, she is giving her mother back to Him. She has snatched her mother from His hands multiple times before. God has asked me to release my hold on her so that He can love her fully without another’s hindrance.
She had once asked God why this had to happen and why God didn’t allow things to go the way she wanted for her life and her mother’s. His answer was very clear and tinted with the solemness of a broken heart. “Because you love your mother more than you love Me.”
She is ready to learn to love her Father now. She is thankful that she didn’t know what the black stone was before handing it over. Otherwise, she would not have done it so easily.
But now that she has, her heart feels that it can breathe. It feels as though there is room to beat and beat only for her Father.
As she envisioned the image one more time, she sees herself near the edge of the cliff. There were 2 stones. She did not realize it, and she was about to drop both. The ordinary-looking one fell to the grass with a soft thud, and she kicked it over the edge. The black one that shone with a little radiance plopped into her Jesus’ hand as He saved it in the nick of time.
It is true that He will catch what needs to be caught. She did not ask for the black stone back. Instead, she freely receives the pink jewel and the promise that she will learn to truly love her mother.