I told y’all that I would tell you guys about my experience with my parents at PVT. So the day they came to the place where we were staying was nerve-wracking to say the least. So many thoughts danced through my head as I paced around the hotel, attempting to calm down my mind. Thoughts such as, will they like the me I am now? What will our relationship be like now? Will it be the same or different? Then came the text I had been waiting for was the text mom sent me telling me they were on the bus heading to us. I kind of freaked out and raced down the stairs, almost falling a few times in my hurry. I got out to the pool courtyard where everyone was congregating and pretty much yelled, “THEIR COMINGGGGGG!!!” Everyone started scrambling and heading for the path that would take us to the road to meet our parents. I was a disaster, I had twisted my ankle as per usual getting off the bus the day before so I hoofed it as fast as I could. Everyone by this time was freaking out and texting their parents those who were able. Every bus that passed by, everyone held their breath hoping it was the parents. When the bus finally pulled up, people started screaming and crying. I hadn’t even seen my parents yet and I already had tears streaming down my face. Finally I saw my dad and launched into his arms, crying into his shirt and then I felt another pair of arms wrap around us. I looked up and saw my mom’s crying face and also hugged her too.
And so PVT began in the best way possible, reconnecting with my parents, talking and laughing with each other face to face. The week continued with evangelism, community cleanup and ask the Lord ministry. My poor mother is NOT a strong stomach person and it showed as we went to get food from our respective places and she saw flies swarming the food. She was slightly green, but bravely choked it down. My mom has officially stated she has had enough rice and chicken to last her a lonnnngggg time.
God did a lot in our relationship I believe, both in my parents and in myself. He has healed some relationship aspects of my parents and I’s relationship that I didn’t think would become healed for a long time. He has healed past hurts and so much more and has enabled me to have the more of a best friend relationship with my parents.
When it was time to say goodbye it was hard on all of us. I ended up tearing up and buried my head into my dad’s shoulder and playfully he tapped my back with his empty water bottle and said, ” Don’t make me cry, don’t make me cry!” Which of course had me laughing and thus ending my tears.
There’s so much more God has for our journey as daughter and parents but the one thing is that God is never done. Anything He starts comes full circle.
