For me, I gave her chance after chance to change her ways, and yet over the years she has betrayed me again and again. Even during 2013 when I was 30, she still showed that she didn't trust me (she refused even to tell me about the finances of the family business, even though she'd been promising to hand the reins over for 5 years) and was prepared to stab me in the back (she talked with the rest of the family about what a drag it had been that I'd watched the same cartoons over and over as a small child, while in the next room I cooked my first Christmas dinner for the self-same family. She's always had a bit of a thing about keeping me 'little' and denying my adulthood) and lie to me (she told me the elderly family dog had osteoporosis in order to justify having him put to sleep, even though he had never been diagnosed with it and almost certainly didn't have it on account of being male). There is nothing I want from her that she can give. Don't get me wrong, I am saddened that it came to this. I want my mum. I *really* want my mum. But unfortunately, the woman who happens to be my mum is not capable of a mutually trusting relationship, not even with me.
Price of Witness
The souls of the faithful martyrs cry out to God for the judgment. “They cried out with a loud voice, “O Sovereign Lord, holy and true Master, how long before thou wilt judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell upon the earth?’” (Rev 6:10). Here, the expression “how long” echoes centuries of oppression which the innocent people underwent. In Rev 7:14, it is said: “These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” So the meaning is that their shedding of blood is redemptive as the blood of the Lamb.