It was meant to be a fun getaway. At least that was my understanding. I was fifteen years old, from a small town, and harboring big hurts in my heart. So I leaped at the offer to visit my father.
I was angry at this point in my life. And my mother made a fine target for any and every negative emotion that welled within me. All of my frustration and wounds were hurled at her in a steady barrage of insults, eye rolling, back talk, and phone conversations held intentionally within her earshot where I would rail against what a nightmare I had for a mom — laced with copious amounts of cussing for good measure.
The way I treated my mother was appalling and completely undeserved. And I knew it.
But somehow I couldn’t stop myself. And neither could she.
So a trip to my dad, whom I hadn’t seen in years, seemed like a nice reprieve for both of us. Though I knew it would be a little awkward to spend time with a father I didn’t really know anymore, Las Vegas sounded exotic and exciting. Best of all, it was far, far away from the conflict and strife that dominated my everyday life in Wisconsin.
When I stepped off the plane, I was assaulted with the whirring and chimes of slot machines lining the terminal. My dad stood beaming in excitement at the gate. After exchanging a clumsy hug, we set off together to explore the city.
I took in the lights on the famous Vegas strip. I noted the desert, the dust, and the people everywhere. I was startled by the explicit billboards and sensed a desolation everywhere I looked.
This was not what I expected.
Part of my tour included a stop at the local high school by his home. The angular building stood stark and barren in a dusty field. There was no grass. Anywhere. I noted metal detectors and chain link fencing and wondered aloud if it was a prison or a school.
My dad just grinned and remarked, “You know, you could go to school here if you wanted.”
I thought of my beautiful high school back home, surrounded by trees and lush greens and scoffed, “Not on your life, Dad!”
Still, my dad prattled on and on about the virtues of Vegas as we drove off. It seemed as if he was trying to sell me on the city. And I wasn’t buying.
The next day, the purpose of my dad’s enthusiastic tour guide routine became clear. My mom phoned me to check in. And during our conversation she gently informed me that she had decided to have me to stay with my dad for a while. Possibly indefinitely. She told me she was weary of my constant abuse and nasty behavior towards her and it was time for a change.
My cheeks flushed and my ears rang as panic set in.
Though she kept talking and reassuring me of her love, I couldn’t hear anymore. My mind was a storm of shock, betrayal, and at the very core, fear.
And the worst part was, I understood. I felt the full weight of my attitude and actions towards my mother. I burned with shame at how I had treated her. I knew I deserved my fate.
I was painfully aware of how I had allowed resentment and bitterness to rule in my heart and spill out in my interactions with my mother. Worse, I called myself a Christ-follower and certainly knew right from wrong. And how could I blame her for deciding enough was enough from her belligerent and spiteful daughter?
I knew I had to change. And I knew there was only one way.
I sat in bed that night sobbing, my tear-stained Bible spread before me. I didn’t pray for God to change my mom’s mind. I begged God to change my heart.
I poured out my sin before Him and pleaded for forgiveness. I prayed He would show me the way to a new relationship with my mother. Nightly I prayed for God to radically change my attitude. And nightly God ministered to my fractured heart until a love and affection deep and sure for my mother took root.
And something else happened, too. Later that week, my mother heard my calm assurance that if she let me come home, things would be different. She believed me. And she gave me a chance.
Things were never the same between my mother and me — in the best possible way. Sure, we still sparred on occasion. But the hostility I felt toward her had vanished. And in its place stood a profound love, appreciation, and admiration for my mom that has never wavered.
Looking back as an adult, I can see more clearly why a teenager who was navigating a difficult childhood would lash out at her mother. And there would be truth there. But even so, I needed to change. It had to be a radical change.
Sometimes a radical change must be preceded by a radical realization of one’s own sin and culpability.
We are promised,
If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” {1 John 1:9}
Inherent to this promise is a confession of sin. And God, in His radical faithfulness, not only forgives, but He cleanses us from our own unrighteousness.
My relationship with my mother is but one example of God taking a mess of my own making and restoring it, cleansing it, and giving it back to me whole. He is the great heart changer. And I am forever grateful.
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Angela says
Thank you for sharing your testimony. It was exactly what I needed. May God continue to bless you
Tammie Haveman says
Thank you, Angela. And may He bless you as well.
Bev @ Walking Well With God says
Tammie,
Thank you for sharing your amazing story of how God can do radical works in our hearts. It encourages me because right now I have a very strained relationship with my adult daughter. I know that she is trying to process some hurts (one of which is that she is still single at 28 while all her close friends are married and having children). Anyway, I have become the target for all of her pain and hurt. I’ve had to distance myself from her because of her behavior. I love my daughter with all my heart and have tried to be the best mother I could be with God’s guidance. I know she is His and your story encourages me that God is in the business of radical heart transformation – which is what is needed here. I continue to lift my daughter in prayer all the time…so glad your story had a happy ending!!
Blessings,
Bev
Tammie Haveman says
And I hope and pray yours will have a happy ending, too. I am sure it will.
Brandee says
What a beautiful story of repentance and restoration. Thank you for sharing your story.
Tammie Haveman says
Thank you for your kind words. I am so glad you were encouraged by my story and pray others will open themselves up to God’s heart changing ways as well. 🙂
Pamela Jones says
Tammie…thank you for your words, your honesty, and the hope that things can be better between my 16 year old daughter and me. Your story is her story. The constant barrage of anger and negativity towards me grieves my heart and is exhausting to my soul. Your story brought comfort and fresh hope. Thank you so much.
Tammie Haveman says
I am so glad it brought you hope. And you have every reason to remain hopeful because we know God is in the business of restoration. It is such a hard age for everyone. But God continues to work even in the tension.
Angela says
Thank you for sharing how powerful our God is, and how merciful, to change our lives for His best!
Tammie Haveman says
Amen! He is so good to us.
Michele Morin says
Tammie, these words make God appear so powerful. Thank you for reminding me that He really can make huge changes when we give Him room to work.
Tammie Haveman says
He is. Because only God could have changed my heart so quickly and fully. I pray we all continue allowing him to work in our lives.
Cherlyn Kelly says
Tammy I’m 62 years old and through all the abuse of childhood, my mother’s suicide, abusive relationships, the murder of my son and addictions, which God delivered me from 20 years ago, I still have a strained relationship with my 43 year old daughter. The hurt is sometimes unbearable but I have tried everything to mend our relationship to no avail. I too have finally had to say enough is enough. I don’t deserve to be cursed at and treated like a dog. But I to have noticed I can have some pretty harsh attitudes and although it isn’t anyone’s fault what has happened, I don’t understand why God has not answered my prayer like He did yours. I’m so glad you were changed, but sometimes I wonder if it’s because like the pastors say if you have to take medicine for depression and PTSD, then I don’t know Jesus. At one time I thought I did, and I’m trying to hold down to Him all I have got, I just want him to make my heart and mind better. God bless you.
Viv says
Did I read it correctly that your pastors told u that if you took medication for depression and pts you don”t know Jesus? That is a very harsh thing for them to say. Praying for you & for God to give you peace. Many f God’s people struggle with mental issues.
Tammie Haveman says
Cherlyn I am so sorry. Mental illness did not play into our particular relationship and would have made an impossible situation even harder to overcome. PTSD is very real I do not believe mental illness or its treatment should be used as a litmus test as to whether a believer knows Jesus – no more so than any other illness. I will pray for healing and restoration in your family. God is not finished writing your story.
Beth Williams says
Cherlyn,
Your pastors are dead wrong! Taking medications for mental illness is right in God’s eyes. He gave us the brains to become doctors and have medications. Praying for you. May God bring healing both to your soul and your family! I pray for peace between you and your daughter!
Blessings 🙂
Lisa Appelo says
Tammy, this speaks to my heart this morning. As a suddenly single mom and widow, I’m navigating kids through deep grief. We’ve not had sparring and we are working hard to offer much grace, but this gives me a tiny window into a teen’s broken heart. Blessings to you.
Tammie Haveman says
I am so sorry for your loss. I pray that as you and your kids navigate deep grief and find your footing in the new normal, that God will shower your family with His great peace.
Beth Williams says
Lisa,
Sweet sister I’m praying for you and your children now! May God bring peace and contentment to your souls. I pray for God to surround you with His love, grace and mercy and help you through this time!
(((((((hugs)))))))
Rebecca L Jones says
Thank you this post, it is brutally honest, and encouraging. My family has a similar problem trying to help family members. I know my mother is the only one capable of helping out but it is taking a toll, I pray wisdom for her.
Tammie Haveman says
I love that you are lifting your mom in prayers for wisdom. Looking back it took wisdom on my mom’s part to say “enough” of my behavior. The last thing she wanted was to send me so far away. But God had a better plan for both of us and He will work in your family as well.
BC says
I share much of this pain, and have many faults too. I was a young mother healing from my own hurts, which flowed right into my childrens lives, as I tried to sort it out.
Today, I am a long-time Christ follower, but my adult children are angry, one more than the rest, and don’t want me to have a part in my grandchildrens lives. She is mean and hateful, and hasn’t spoken to me in nearly a year. I have given it to God, and pray for her peace, along with her brother’s, daily.
May God heal and restore my family.
Christine Hanis says
WOW, have absolutely no clue how much I needed to read some of your inspirational-heartfelt-and guiding words today as I sit and contemplate so many things in my life! THANK YOU IS NOT ENOUGH THAT I CAN SAY.
Amanda Jobe says
Tammie, what a beautiful story and reminder of God’s grace. I loved this.
Ang says
My story is very different. I was full of anger, bitterness, and resentment because my boyfriend refused to marry me although he has been upfront about this trurh from the beginning. Nonetheless, I divorced my husband of 23 years to be with him. A year and a half later, I acted just like you did to your mother. I failed to see how much my boyfriend had given to make me a part of his life. I had to say I was sorry and pray for a way to restore our relationship. I’m still in that process. Thank you for sharing your story.
Daphne says
Your testimony is so encouraging. My son has gone to this place of anger and resentment since his father died and he is in his 40s. He will not say why, “you should know” is his reply. Nor will he explain what he considers that I did to cause his anger, but he rejects my attempts to apologise and make peace. So I am praying God will give him a willingness to have his heart changed, as he has turned away from God at present. I pray that we can be reconciled. God did an amazing thing in your life. It gives me renewed hope that He can work in my situation too.
Barbara says
Thank you for your transparency in sharing. What a blessing your post is. (You’re also an excellent writer.)
Beth Williams says
Tammy,
Great story of God’s working in our lives. Thanks for sharing such a personal story! You are giving others encouragement. God does say that if we pray and turn from our wicked ways He will forgive our sins and heal our land. He wants changed hearts and lives-we just have to come and ask! We have not because we ask not!
Blessings 🙂