The Promised Land, Parenting Teens, and a Hooker Popsicle

by Kevin on December 6, 2011

Today’s post is stolen from a wonderful lady that is the light of my life. She is the reason that I am who I am today. Without her, I would have never become a preacher. Shoot, more than that, I was headin’ down the road to destruction.

She calls herself The Worst Preacher’s Wife Ever, but I simply call her my wife.

I love the way she tells it like it is. Being a Christian is messy sometimes. We’re not perfect…far from it.

The Promised Land, Parenting Teens, and a Hooker Popsicle

We are desert people recently transplanted to the Promised Land of beautiful, snowy Colorado. We are thriving here. I am thriving here. The past two days I have been on cloud nine, basking in the glory of wonderful, new friends, trying new winter things, and, for the moment, kicking Clinical Depression’s butt.

Leave it to my teenage daughter to bring me crashing back to reality this morning.

She, who is not only rebelling against me, but also, apparently, Mother Nature.

I have told her, pleaded with her, and demanded that she wear her coat. After all, it is winter. There is ice and snow on the ground. It is a lovely -1 degrees here right now.

This morning, when I announce it is time to leave for school, she bounces happily up the stairs sporting leggings, a thin, short, three quarter length sleeve “blouse” and…No coat. I guess she thought it would be a super fun idea to go to school today dressed as a beautiful hooker popsicle.

Trying to avoid an altercation first thing in the morning, I tell her it is really cold outside and she needs to change. “This is warm” she says, and proceeds out the door. I stop her. I inform her that she has not made a warm choice and, again, tell her to go change. “I’m warm!” she says. I start to loose patience and begin pointing out everything that is not warm about her wardrobe choice and then add, “Go change into something warm AND appropriate.” She begins quoting the student dress code to me and says something about she can wear leggings as long as her shirt goes past her butt, which it does, if she stretches it really hard and walks while pulling it down with both hands.

“Go. Change.”

She does, then tries to go to the car again with no coat.

“Get. Your. Coat.”

She does and we all trudge grumpily to the car, where she sits shivering, with her coat shoved in the floorboard, hands in sleeves.

I loose my cool and say something I am immediately sorry for.

We drive twenty minutes to school in silence.

Before she leaves me, I hold her hand. I say, “Even when I am mad at you, I still love you. Even when I loose my cool, I still love you. Even when I have asked you to do something fifty times and you choose to disobey me, I still love you.”

Her face is blank. She does not respond.

She grabs her eighty pound school bag that is loaded with a few books and a little homework and a lot of lotions and potions and gum and other fourteen year old girl necessities and gets out of the car without a look or a word.

I say a quick prayer, pleading with God to bring my children home safely to me this afternoon. To give me one more chance with her, so that “Put. Your damn. Coat. On!” is not one of our last memories together.

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Please check out my wife’s facebook page at The Worst Preacher’s Wife Ever or follow her at @mizweatherby on twitter. But definitely don’t forget to check out her blog.

It’s easy to see how messy other’s can be. Have you ever been a messy Christian?

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  • Don Coyote

    Nah, never.

    Well, unless ya count the time that I…ah, never mind. Then there’s that little incident over at the Fair Grounds…well, I’d ruther leave that ‘un alone too…There WAS that time, out on the docks, next to the construction site I’s workin’ on…uh, well…better left unsed.

    Guess mebbe I have oncet er twice.

    • Kevin

      I think the most awesome thing about being a Christian is the fact that we can ask for forgiveness for these things. When we receive that forgiveness, God says, “What sin?”

      • Don Coyote

        Far as the East is from the West.

        Trouble is some of us keep beatin’ ourselves up over it, long after God has forgiven us. C.S. Lewis said it best when it comes to that: “I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.”

        • Kevin

          Yeah, I told someone one time, “If you won’t forgive yourself after Christ has, then you are simply telling him that his sacrifice on the cross just wasn’t good enough.”

          That’s scary!

          • Don Coyote

            It is, and I ain’t a-gonna do it no more!

  • OH man…this brings to mind the day I wanted to wear my cheerleading outfit when I went to Dad’s workplace at church. He said a firm NO…and that was that…and Ii was grumpy for a few hours, then got over it 🙂

    You daughter is lucky to have parents that care for her that much. She’ll realize it and admit to it one of these days 🙂 🙂

    Greetings from the ocean shores of California, Heather 🙂

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