We are still having birthday fun around here. We have had two birthdays and have two more to go. After tomorrow I will officially have 5 of my children between the ages of 13-21. I have a few more gray hairs than I did a couple years ago đŸ™‚ . We don’t call our young people teenagers around here, we call them young people. I am sure I have added why in several articles, but to make things simpler I will write it separately and post it here following this post. Even when called young people, there is a lot of pressure involved in growing up. Usually the phrase “these days” gets included here. But you know what? I remember it being tough in my days too. The surrounding influences make a huge difference. And having been on both sides, the influences of “so called Christians” are worse. If you are going to identify with Christ’s name make it real. It is my calling as a parent to be a shield between my children and those influences. Call it sheltering, call it protecting, call it hiding out, call it what you want, but I call it love. When a guy shoots a grizzly bear that is threatening a bunch of children, he is a hero. But when a mom prays back the demons of darkness that are threatening her own children she is called fanatic, over-protective and fearful. Go figure. Who ever said parenting would be easy? Who ever said there would be no persecution? Us moms see lots more than some folks think we do. And some of us were once teenagers in every sense of the word. And some of used to be heathens ourselves. And some of us want better for our children. And some of us are even willing to give our lives for it.
So as one of the sweetest young ladies I know turns 13 here, no we will not be calling her a teenager. And no she is not thinking about unholy things, and no she has no interest in “hanging out” . Imagine that, a 13 year old with their thought on God.
and .. your thoughts?