I know what this means. And not the soul search of initial Christianity, but the beauty of the release. I am all done with the fighting, with the deadly words that did not compromise. My mother is in the distance in my imagination and memory, and I am saying, finally, finally to her person, “I’m sorry Mom!” I need the Lord mom, and mom, I’m sorry I hurt you. I hurt you so much, and my Lord, why, why didn’t I behave you, but I need the Lord every hour, oh I need the Lord mom, and bless me my Savior I need thee every hour. Jesus loves me. I’m just this simple. The Bible tells me that He loves me. Thus, I don’t have to fight mom. All that stuck up fighting is over. You didn’t hurt me, and yes mom, you helped me. You helped me in so many ways.