Last year was our first experience at camp. You can read about it here. If you recall my world was opened up to some very special people, and God really gave me great perspective in the long haul of parenting. I called working with my high school girls like 'a breath of fresh air': a hopeful look towards awesomeness with my kids. I was inspired.
This year was completely different. And didn't our good Father know exactly what I needed? He prepared me in every way to utterly depend on HIM.
I had spent the earlier part of the year reading Union with Christ, a book that helped me see again the reality of Life in HIM. My study times in the Sermon on the Mount, all of these truths from God's word prepared me to counsel these young girls. And to counsel, and keep counseling.
But honestly the whole entire time I felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed not always in an anxious sort of way (which is often the case), but in a more fully dependent kind of way. These girls were looking to me and coming to me and they were sharing a ton of tough stuff. They were asking me to give wisdom, to show them the way. And though often feeling like I had nothing to give, I knew I had to give everything. In the late nights, in the off hours, the hearts unraveled before me.
Most of the issues presented to me in one form or another came down to two basic things: "Does God really care about me?" and "....will I still be loved by my parents if ______?" Of course they weren't asked that way at all. These manifested in all kinds of interesting and sometimes shocking examples of testing out the truths. And you can already see the flawed thinking, the place everyone struggles to get out of: complete focus on self. Self absorption can be a subtle thing to the one absorbed in it.
Yes, these folks are finding their place in the world and realizing (if they are honest) it isn't all about them (a lesson I have to keep learning myself). The counsel I had to give was not 'mushy-gushy God loves you, it will be all right' kind of stuff. It was 'God loves you, and He is enough, get outside yourself and see the beauty he has for you on the narrow, hard, road'....and so much more into each specific situation.
The reality of their situations and decisions exposed to the light of God's word gave them hope and joy, but it also gave them exposure. The junk was out there. It wasn't always pretty. And the walls in some of these hearts were pretty thick, at least I thought. I had to clink away day by day with hugs and assurance, not defining them by what they had told me but by the image of God in them.
For every person I counseled I kept thinking how I, as a parent, would react.
These kids (and all) have a desperate need to not just be loved by their parents but to actually feel loved by their parents. It's a security thing. And it is not so black and white. These parents really had done an amazing job in most of these situations. But I had to reflect on my own issues of the very exact nature. Certainly, certainly God fulfills all the needs of our/their hearts in Christ. But can't I, as a mom, give a better picture of what that means? Not as a law (be a better mom!), but as a spurring on (Die to yourself, die to give life, while your kids are floundering, while they are screaming insults at you, while they are walking the wide road away from you...chase with a hug, not with the rod.)
This is the reality and perspective I learned this year, and will have to keep learning as my kids grow and the world wants their hearts: Listen to them and listen some more. Don't back away from truth but let my affection outrun my correction. Our kids don't have to be so outrageously 'prodigal' to be far from truth...will I be as the Father and welcome the wanderer back with joy, or send her to her room with disappointment all over my face? OR perhaps harder: when their hearts are far and hard will I pursue with gentle love even when rejected? Lord, let Gospel grace make our home a safe haven, and gospel power help us walk the walk of the narrow road. Together.












