January 12, 2013
Several of the cable channels are offering free previews so last night I watched one of their “original series” (announced in a deep and important sounding voice.)
After watching the blundering youth who make up the cast yell, scream and engage in generally unbecoming behavior towards each other, I thought I might experience nightmares.
As I washed my face, brushed my teeth and donned my pajamas, I thought about the many problems presented by the script and the absence of any real solutions. At the end of the show all I knew was that these were some majorly unhappy young people who needed lots of prayer.
Since becoming a parent, much of my prayer life centers around my children. God is faithful and they find joy in their faith.
Today is the birthday of our youngest. She was born on a cold and snowy day in Lexington, Kentucky with a zest for life. When she was about eight she said, “Mom, I’m never going to smoke, and I’m only going to try it once.”
That gave me pause for thought and opportunity for intercession.
When she was a few years older I was driving on the turnpike. She and her sister were sitting by the doors and Matt was in the middle. We were speeding along when I heard that scary noise that indicates a door has opened.
Matt always sat in the middle because he loved to play with the handles of the car doors and even though I always locked them, he had, once or twice, succeeded in opening one. On that particular day he had reached across his sister, flipped the handle and the door popped open.
When we came to a stop I yelled, “Is everybody okay?”
There was a slight pause and then our youngest said, “Well, you better thank me too. I’m the one who shut the door.”
This sweet daughter has grown into a beautiful woman who realizes that we are His hands and feet and she finds joy in His grace and glorifying His name.
In her journal Mother wrote, “Hope means going beyond our unpleasant daily experiences to the joy of knowing Him. We live by trusting in Him –not in the benefits or success we may experience in this life. Our hope comes from God.”
Last night, when I finally climbed into bed, I found I was overcome with gratitude instead of angst. I was so thankful for a faith that teaches its young people about a Savior who gave his only son to save them and give them joy and purpose. I want to share that good news.