Before bed last night, I helped participate in the blissful marriage of Strawberry and Handsome. As we went through the childhood fantasy and played out happily ever after, I was struck by her innocence. I was struck by the way she still envisioned the fairy tale. In that instant, I realized it was up to me to teach my kids the value and reality of marriage. The good and the way God tells us it should be.
The fact of the matter is that most kids do not have the luxury of growing up in a home with biological mom and dads. If they do, it’s not overwhelmingly a healthy home. There’s a difference between “normal” and unhealthy. People fight and argue. Our kids see those things everywhere. But do they get to see the apologies, humility, grace, and forgiveness that should bestow it as well? Are they seeing the raw truth of living and loving like Christ? Not perfection-it doesn’t exist. But the lack of complaining, selflessness, and unconditional love? Agape love?
Sadly, I don’t think they do. And if I could take away some of the crazy my kids have seen, I would. But if I did, would they learn to be Godly? Would they be able to to see the difference in what God says to do versus not? Would it help them realize the things not to do? Would it give me the opportunity to guide them through those moments the right way? Even when it’s the opposite of their exposure?
The biggest thing I pray for them to have is a heart for God, and a healthy desire to love like Jesus. So I will take each instant moment just that-one at a time and water it cautiously.