Anyone who has had, known, seen, been around teenagers knows that they are definitely unique in their point of view. They are in the cosmic struggle between life as a carefree kid and life with adult freedom and responsibility. They often feel like they have figured it out, and as I am sure we all felt when we were teens, that other people just don't understand.... I experience this
So this morning after thinking on this I went back to the place that I always do when I think about those teen years... I have often equated my relationship with God as a teen like relationship. I am often saying these things in words or more likely in actions in my life. For example, one thing about parenting teens that I find ironic is this idea that I don't understand, even though I have not only lived through being a teenager myself but have known and dealt with a lot of teenagers in my life. Yet, Jesus who experienced temptation far greater than me and has known every man and woman throughout history hears from me that he might have made a mistake, he might have walked me down a path that has no purpose. As though I know more than he does! I tell my kids often that unless they trust I have their best interests at heart they will not understand or take my advice. As soon as they think they know better or think I don't have their best interests they will do contrary to what I tell them. (which is often) They always have their excuse or reason ready when something doesn't work out.....I didn't think I would get caught, I didn't realize this other thing would happen, I didn't mean for this person to get mad, I didn't think I would feel this way..... Then many times they blame comes back on the parents, well if you did or didn't.... Ohhhh how I do this at times...God if you had just let this happen or not let that happen...then I wouldn't be here. Reality is I did it for the approval of man and not the approval of God. The desire to be accepted trumped the desire to please my father, the want of my plans to work out was the cause of my disobedience. Yet like a good father, he is always there because he knows how my warped view of life will lead me weak and vulnerable and he knows that I will need to call out to him and though it might take longer than he would like and it hurts him to know how much pain I will allow myself, he never gives up.