When Kids Fall Short

Little (Grand)Children, Little Problems: Daphne and Me. October, 2012.

That Father’s-Eye View
I was commiserating with friends the other day. These brave friends live with teenagers at home. These friends are weary, and spent, and concerned about what’s next.

Because what’s already been is beyond the pale. 
They didn’t expect persistent disobedience. Anger they can handle; disinterest is harder to manage. Expulsion? Really?

What matters?

What’s next?

The wonder is that we’re surprised. 
Our kids disobey us. They disappoint us. They grow up and choose paths that lead them to terrifying places–places we don’t want them to visit. 

Parents of teens listen for homecomings, late at night.
They sleep with one eye open, one heart laid bare.
They count off the years.
These parents beg, bargain and plead for divine protection over their budding renegades.

Watching your children punch their way out of their adolescent cocoons, hoping they have the sense to dry their fragile new wings before they launch themselves into the wind–it is no job for wimps.

I wonder if God feels that way about us.

9 There was the true Light which, coming into the world, enlightens every man. 10 He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. 11 He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. 12 But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, 13 who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.
John 1:9-13 (NASB)