Exodus 20 tells me to "Honor thy father and mother..."
Yesterday was Mother's Day--one of my two least favorite holidays in the whole year. The other "least favorite" will be Father's Day in a few weeks.
My parents abandoned me when I was a small baby, and for all intents and purposes dropped out of my life when it was convenient for them to do so.
My precious Grandmother Hoover raised me--and did one terrific job, if I must say so myself.
We were discussing this very issue in Sunday School yesterday: Honoring your parents.
This has plagued me for a long time. But it seems to have all "come together" yesterday. I don't "honor them" for their sake. I "honor them" for my sake. The promise of God is to me. The promise is that "it will be well with you all the days of your life." That is God's promise to me--for honoring those who "gave birth" to me.
And that's the "hard" part for me. Jodi (my biological mother) and I are friends. Very platonic friends. I'm happy with this arrangement, and it seems to work for me. I'm not sure how it works for her--and for the most part, I've not really cared how it works for her. There is no hatred nor animosity there--but there is a heavy load of indifference, on my part.
So how do I honor someone who abandoned me, and indirectly (sometimes directly) abused me when I needed them most?
What say ye?