This Thing with Dates

Elohim Has This Date Thing With Me

I spent a few years in therapy, I know, who hasn’t. Oh, and if you haven’t you should. It’s awesome and brings up all kinds of things you need to deal with.

Elohim has this date thing with me.

I remember going to a session one time and my therapist said, out of the blue, today we’re going to talk about your love object.

Oh, great. I don’t know what a love object is and the only thing coming to mind is not good.

Is this one of those true confession sessions?

She wanted to know who was the one person in my life who loved me no matter what.

Parents love us but to do so unconditionally is pretty tough.

They’re trying to raise good people and sometimes, often times, they screw it up with dumb rules.

But grandparents? Now that’s a different story.

Francis  Maxwell is my love object.

She’s my mom’s mom.

She’s the mean looking one in the picture next to me.

I loved her. She was harsh and stern but I knew she loved me.

She had a tough life. Husband died when my mom was eleven.

She put herself through school while raising three little kids.

At one point they lived in a glorified chicken coop.

When I was a teenager I got caught stealing cassette tapes at a department store. My grandmother was with my mom and me when this happened. I know, why would I do such a stupid thing?  Hey, I went to therapy remember? I have issues. Grandma didn’t say a word the whole drive home but as she got out of the car to leave she looked me in the eye and said “Ricky, I hate what you did today but will never stop loving you.”

Those words stick with me to this day.

As I left the therapy session my therapist told me to mark this day, April 20th 1997 and every time I felt unloved to remind myself on this day I was healed of that.

As I drove home I kept thinking why is April 20th so vivid in my mind. Then it came to me, that was my grandmothers birthday.

A few months later, on June first my therapist said let’s talk about your parents divorce. There was a bunch of tears, a healing moment and that date thing again. There was never a plan to talk about the divorce on that day but we did. Turns out June first was my parents original wedding date.

For me that’s like a wink from Elohim. It’s not only verification that I had been healed but, as with any good father, he knew what I needed to make it extra special, something that will last me a lifetime and beyond.

My creator and I are all about dates.