As a parent, I find myself constantly wondering how did I ever think I could manage this experiment in human bonding. I mean, under the best of circumstance it is a nerve-racking roller coaster ride thar never ends, and when thing s get really exciting...well, needless to say there is a reason our hair turns grey.
My children are good kids, and I know this because others say this about them. Yet when it comes to parental communication, most of the time the best I get is a 'grunt.'. I suppose this is better than some of the other things that could come my way, but as I recall in my day, even as a teen we were a bit more fearful of our parents and thereby a bit more conciliatory toward them. (I know this isn't reality, but allow me my fantasy.)
As I reflect upon this, I cannot help but make the comparison to what God must experience in relationship with us. When I think of how I treat God, well my kids behavior begins to look exemplary in comparison. Yet this God does not disown me or even ignore me, but is constantly delighting in me...what's with that?
Perhaps, by remembering this I will be a better parent. Perhaps I will be a better neighbor. Perhaps I will be a more compassionate citizen. Whatever the outcome, and I would hope for something to register, nonetheless I will continue to treasure that this God still loves me!
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