Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.

For a long time, I have been trying to deny what I already know to be true in my heart. And, to say the least, it's devastating. There have been many times in the past where I have felt unloved, betrayed, or abused at the hands of my mom. Yesterday's revelation, though, has hammered in some sort of final nail and has shown me just how selfish, cruel, and heartless someone can be when they are loaded with bitterness and refuse to turn to the Lord.

I heard Three Dog Night's "Easy to Be Hard" this morning while driving home from work. It's pretty sad to immediately associate some of the lyrics with my mom.

It's also pretty sad to feel like this:

What can I do but cast my cares upon Him (I Peter 5:7)? Nothing. I thank God I'm not alone, even when I feel that I am. Maybe I really am a motherless child in a figurative way.