A few months ago, I came across this site. I’m not sure how I came across it; I think it was while I was looking for another book with this same sort of topic.
Somehow or another, I ended up “winning” an autographed copy of the book. (I know this is all quite vague and mysterious sounding, but I really just sort of stumbled upon it, and don’t recall the details…) This was one of those stumbles I was glad to have taken.
I didn’t start reading it right away, because after reading the first few pages, I knew it was a book I wouldn’t put down until I was at the bottom of the last page. With the holidays… that was not an option.
I picked it up New Year’s day (monday) and finished it wednesday night.
Both Mother (Claire) and Daughter (Mia) alternate the narrative and write, from their own viewpoints, the story of Mia’s descent into the life of a drug-addict and runaway. The book is powerfully and passionately written. It demonstrates the depth of the love of a mother for her child.
“The sky clears as I drive there, to where we built sandcastles and she made me chase her in the sand, saying catch me Mudder, catch me! I can see the image of us running along the water’s edge and it almost takes my breath away – how young I was! Barely six years older than Mia is now. I see my young face and I feel such tenderness for that girl. She did the best she could with what she knew at the time. And I wonder: what if in looking back no one were to say bad Mommy, bad Claire? What if I didn’t? What if I forgave myself completely and saw her smile back at me?
I walk until I find the place I slept with Mia on a hot day under an umbrella. With her tied to my waist so she couldn’t run away while slept. In the end, she did run away, when I was asleep in my own life, when I wasn’t looking because I didn’t want to see. She untied the knot between us and ran as far and as fast as she could. Because, I now believe, she knew, she always knew in her heart, that her mudder would catch her, still.”
I marked so many pages throughout the book, because I was continually surprised by a theme I kept encountering. Redemption.
I read all that this mother went through, from her own account and knew that what I was reading was just a small reflective representation of God’s love for us. Following us to the pit of despair, reaching His hand out to us for salvation. I read all that the daughter struggled through and saw her struggle to accept that help. Cursing the Light. Satisfied to wallow in the darkness. The prodigal “son”.
Mother didn’t give up on her daughter. She pursued her and fought for her.
That is what the Lord does for us EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY.
Claire fought for her daughter, and she travelled to far off places to help her. This is but a glimpse of what the Lord did for us when He sent His Son as a living sacrifice. Sent Him to earth and to hell and back, just for us… YOU and me.
Just like Mia was redeemed from her drug addiction, we too are redeemed from being slaves to sin.
In [Jesus] we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that He lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.