Making Peace With My Past – The Best Holiday Gift
Looking back I remember a period between Christmas and New Years when everyone around me was celebrating and in the holiday spirit. I was not. I was approaching my 10th year in silent misery secretly asking life to bring me peace about my past. I was in a life by default that was clearly not working, and impacted by a history that needed healing and closure.
As I sat in my car reflecting on my life, something prompted me to take a drive to the house I grew up in. I parked my car in front of the house wanting to knock on the door and go inside. I took a deep breath, walked to the front door, and rang the bell. Not knowing where this was going, a Rabbi’s wife answered the door. I broke down and asked her if I could come in and see the home I grew up in once more. She put her arm around me and escorted me in.
She invited her husband, the Rabbi, to come join us. I spent an hour reviewing 25 years of my life in that home, and spoke with them about healing my relationship with my father.
Little did I know that my story was helping them understand their troubled, rebellious daughter. The Rabbi stood up and thanked me. He said that he was never home on Saturdays but believed my words now gave him a perspective from which he could communicate with his daughter.
Healing ourselves helps others heal as well. This was the best holiday gift I could have ever received that year!
Wishing you peace, health, and renewed joy this holiday season.