A running theme now a days is about protecting your own peace AT ANY COST. It demands that every one around you must respect your boundaries and your peace. I have noticed that this isn’t without casualties. I’ve spoken with all too many parents and grandparents who have been “blocked” from their children’s lives.
I pray with and for those who mourn for a relationship with grands and great grands. Something as simple as a parent having an opinion can cause the lights to go out on all conversation.
I, too, am a victim. There are many reasons that I could point out for my banishment, however, they are all hallmarks of parenting. These are ones every parent makes and yes these children who are so very upset with their parents will also offend their children, IF they strive to be better parents than they belive they’ve had.
Don’t misunderstand, I know there are horrible excuses for parents out there. We see it on the news. I also know that there are parenting situations that go horribly wrong due to misinformation or misguided beliefs. All I’m saying is that the newest generation of parents have skewed the parenting rubric and the slightest disagreement can cause great riffs in families.
I honestly don’t know where this post was supposed to go, with exception of acknowledgement lane. It is always good to know that you’re not alone in the craziness. The statement that, “Misery loves company” works in a lot of ways. I can say that misery needs company, even if it’s just for sanity’s sake. There is a scripture that says that “there is a way in a man’s heart that seem right, but is far from God.” I think on that often. And then there’s, “Be not deceived. God is not mocked. You will reap what you sow….” (Galatians 6:7,8) I ask myself, When did I sow this?I remember when my teenager was running wild and free, testing all of the boundaries. It was a horrible sleepless time in my life. I asked, in prayer, why this was happening. And in my deepest self, I heard the father say that it was because of who I was in him. I didn’t get it at first and was truly offended. But then I grew to understand that it meant that I could handle it because of who I know my heavenly Father to be – ever faithful, especially when it doesn’t feel like it.
Who we are in our deepest beliefs, matters. One way or the other, it does matter.
From the Desk of an Author 