For some reason, my fifteen year old son seems to think that i can still help him with his algegra homework. i do remember some things about algebra and i have been able to help him in the past. but, his skill level is just about to pass mine up when it comes to math. i love the fact that he comes to me and asks me to help him with anything at all. so, i do not want to discourage him from asking me for help. he seems to think he knows so much these days and that i know so little. i remember feeling the same way when i was his age. it feels good when he recognizes that i might still know something that he doesn't.
pride is that disease that we all seem to get at one point or another in our life. children seem to start showing the symptoms right as they hit the teenage years of their life. doubting what you say is true, rolling their eyes as you speak, talking back when you ask them to do something, acting like you don't know what you're doing when you're driving down the road, of course they have not ever driven yet themselves: these are all symptoms that begin to show up in the life of the one who is coming down with the disease. i have seen all of these signs in his life at one point or another. so when he does think i might have a few things i might know that he doesn't, i want to savor every minute of his humble heart toward me.
i remember thinking that i knew so much more than my parents when i was a teenager too. i remember arguing with my mom, thinking that she just did not know what she was talking about and was so wrong. but, today i realize how smart that she has always been. seeing that in my life along with the promise from God in Proverbs 31:28, "my children will rise up and call me blessed," gives me hope for an enjoyable, long-lasting relationship with my son. i guess that is where faith comes into play.
i have to honestly admit that i have had times when i thought that he was not going to ever look to me again for any kind of wisdom or understanding for his life. and, i felt as if he thought that i was always wrong and did not know what i was talking about. in those times i had to take my heart to God and say, "Help me Lord! What do you say about Josiah? What is the Truth? What is your promise concerning my children?" and He would remind me, "He is mine! I have him in the palm of my hand. He is righteous before me. His heart is soft and tender toward me. He is a blessing to his family and brings peace to his home. He will rise up and call you blessed." my heart begins to settle as i listen and believe what He says is truth! I begin to once again, by faith, see the vision of His promise coming to pass in my heart and it brings me life!(Habakkuk 2:3,4)
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