Tales of a Secret Rockstar

I drove my mom to meet my dad in Burnaby today.
We had a really good talked.

I told her some of the church related issues I'm working through.
She listened, then told me this (In true "Good Will Hunting" fashion):
"It's not your fault."
Seriously, that's what she told me. She said, "You have to realize that those people meant well, and their hearts were in the right place, but ultimately, they screwed up. And that's not your fault at all."
It makes so much sense.
I thought about it all the way home.
And I smiled.
I kind of feel like dancing.