I am a mother whose world was shaken by the rift between my son and his wife. Caught between loyalty and despair, I found myself lost until I turned to God, discovering hope and strength through prayer. This is the story of how faith guided me through heartbreak, forgiveness, and healing.
I never thought the day would come when my prayers felt like screams into an empty void, but that morning in our kitchen, everything changed. My husband, Matt, and I struggled for months as his mother refused to leave the apartment we’d paid off for her, turning our home into a battleground of resentment and silent tears. Through faith, forgiveness, and countless nights spent on our knees, we found a way to heal our fractured family and rediscover what it meant to love unconditionally.
This is the story of how years of silence and resentment defined my relationship with my mother, and how faith and prayer slowly led me toward forgiveness and healing. In the midst of anger and grief, I found myself questioning everything I believed about family and God, until a single moment of vulnerability changed the course of my life. Through struggles, tears, and small miracles, I discovered that sometimes the hardest people to forgive are the ones we love most.
