The college kids are home. One is 2 months shy of turning 23. One is 20. The oldest is 25 and married and not home for the holidays. My children are adults. And I'm still in the learning curve of parenting adults. The key is keeping my mouth shut (like that could happen). And fighting the urge to groom them. Forgive me if I have a little trouble with this.
I parented kids for 25 years...it's a habit I'm trying to break. I honestly don't even know I'm doing it....like when I say, "Wow, your face is broken out." Or "you need a haircut." And they growl at me...and say, "Why do you always do that?" Do what? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking I should fix it....take you to the dermatologist, get your medicine...take you to get a haircut, because only yesteryear that was my job. Along with the meals and the laundry and the shopping and the doctor and dentist and orthodontist appts.
I asked one if they would go to church with us on Sunday (today). His quick and grouchy remark, "No....and quit asking me." Wow. So I went on to say that I wouldn't ask if I thought he wouldn't enjoy it...there is an awesome series going on right now and the guest minister is so funny. His reply......"Stop....I don't like church. And I don't need to go to church to be religious." And he left the room.
I asked the other adult child...."will you go to church with us?" She said, "Sure, what time?"
Like whiplash. Jerked one way, then the other.
And then there's the oldest one, who is so strong in her faith and is the one who led me back to church and teaches me things about grace and His mercy.
But talking with Chuck last night about the first response......he and I both completely agreed that we were the exact same way at 20. I can clearly remember always feeling a direct connection in my center to God. But church? Uh, nope. It wasn't even on my radar. Sunday was the day to sleep in. Years went by without my stepping foot in a church except to attend someone's wedding. And then I shopped around for years trying to find one that felt like a good fit.
This is what I know for sure. My children are God's. I am just their earthly parent. He knows the number of hairs on their head and will watch over them and reach out to them in their own time. And then, and only then, will they feel the overwhelming urge to worship Him with others.
It's just that I have found a place to worship.....after years of searching for a church that feeds me. And I never leave there without feeling recharged. And I want to share this joy with my children. And you. And others. I'm human and full of sin and I need this and I know you need this and please, please can we do this together and if I had only found this earlier and ... Okay. I'll stop. I was 20. I know. I really do. It's just that I love you so much.
But I'll stop.
Just promise me you'll at least turn to him in prayer. Just keep your eyes and ears open to him. At least do that for me.