Let’s be honest. There are few things that give me more joy than for someone to walk up to me and say, “Wow! You have such well-behaved children!” Music to my ears! I can see lights beaming down from Heaven and I hear the Hallelujah Chorus in the background.
But… the true story is that my children are not always obedient. (Don’t tell anyone! It’s a secret!) Our youngest is our “wild card.” We call him the “too much kid.” And he truly is! He takes everything to the next level. If big brother does something, he wants to do it one step bigger. Unfortunately, that also includes unwanted behaviors. *sigh*
When it comes to disobedience, he has come up with three main excuses. I am sure if you have children or have worked with children for longer than 12 minutes, you have heard these excuses, too. The sad thing is, we try to use the same excuses with our Father in Heaven.
Let me let you in on a little secret…
I am totally fashion challenged. Picking out a fashionable outfit is nearly impossible for me. I can pick matching colors. I can pick comfortable, practical clothing. But to pick out something that is modern, up-to-date, and stylish? HA! I like looking at pretty outfits in the store, but I just cannot see myself wearing them. I am so bland.
But what is fashionable anyway?
FASH'IONING Forming; giving shape to; fitting; adapting.
Sometimes we sit down as a family and watch a movie or TV show. Usually before we watch any movie, Jason will look up the movie on a Christian based media review site called Plugged In. It’s a handy site that tells exactly what content is in the movie or media so parents can make informed decisions about what goes in front of their family’s eyes and into their ears.
Occasionally, a movie we are considering (recommended by a friend, etc.) is not on that site because it was an older movie or just not a movie that was reviewed. So, Jason researches as much as he can and then makes a decision. Then comes the pre-movie lecture…
I have always been a Daddy’s girl. My Dad is in Heaven, yet my heart is unchanged. I am still a Daddy’s girl. I loved spending time with him. I could overlook his faults because I loved him. He overlooked my faults. I had a drive inside me to please him. Even when we were both lost when I was younger, I just loved knowing he was proud of me. I knew that if I needed him, night or day, he would drop everything and come running… um… like the time I drove way out in the Hominy Valley area to see Jason while we were dating, and it started snowing heavily. Daddy could have beaten me silly for that stunt, but he came and rescued me nonetheless.
He was, and is, Daddy.