My two oldest daughters are adults now.It is amazing to me, that we all survived the training ground of their teen years. It should be, like "down in the hood" or "can I come to your crib?" Because in some ways, the rigors of raising kids in the world today will make you want to return into your daddy's lap and stay there for good. This photo took me back to a memory of one of my daughter's dates.
On this particular date, I drove our middle daughter. Her date met her at the theater to see some epic film like Lord of the Rings. I don't really remember what the movie was, just that it was appropriate for her and her date's age. If you have ever been the parent of a teenager, you will recognize the level of anxiety when your child goes on their first official date. Sam and I were very strict when it came to certain things. In fact, we minored on the small battles, but stood firm on the major battles like meeting the boy, and introducing him to the whole family. This could be quite a fearsome test that some of the teenage boys either did not want to pass or could not. One time in particular, our middle daughter liked a young man who was already working and living by himself. He insisted he did not want to come and "meet the folks", so that was the end of that. Fortunately, middle teen girl though disappointed, told me she recognized the love in our rules to keep her safe. This was a true blessing. Back to the date. So, this epic film is in it's third hour and I am sitting in the parking lot of the theater waiting for the movie to end. My first mistake, and please learn from this one, was to wear my pjs. It was late and I was only "planning" on picking herup and bringing her home with me. I was not prepared for anything but a quick "pick up" and a quick get away. Isn't that usually when life adds a dash of fun to the mundane? Well, one bolt of electricity after another flashed from the sky to hit the ground in front of me. I'm not kidding, close enough to raise the hairs on my arm. Then another bolt hit and another. It seemed I was in the middle of an electrical storm the likes of which I had not experienced before or have since. I could not get onto my cell phone fast enough to ask my daughter how long she would be. After an interminable wait, she ran out of the theater and into the car. I turned the key in the ignition and the engine did nothing. My only guess at the time was that the electrical storm must have shorted my battery because the battery was brand new. Just when things could get any worse, they did. A very nice and friendly police officer materialized beside my car door. Life, why do you hate me? A teenager might say.... However, like any mother, I simply pulled on my "mother's hat" and tightened the belt of my light jacket over my sunny yellow pajamas. And with the remaining shred of dignity I had left, opened the door, since it was an automatically powered window and not a manual one. The officer very kindly offered to help me move the car to a safer place where I could wait for a jump start from my husband. Oh, the joys of parenting! As I look back on that stressful night, the power of the electrical storm grips me in a new way. Just as the scripture in the title of this post suggests, our powerful and mighty God hovers over our young children and teens in ways that we cannot. So, take heart my friend, in the knowledge that as you are letting your young ones go, Holy Spirit is carrying them on His wings.