Relentless PursuitFriday, October 11, 2013
My daughter is fiercely independent. That is one of the things that I truly love about her. She faces a challenge head on and rarely shows weakness or fear. And yet, that independence keeps her separate from me. It feels as if my emotions and need for connection drive an imaginary wedge between us. She is a strong woman who has overcome much. However, as a byproduct of the difficult situations she has faced, her once strong faith has weakened until it has become unrecognizable.
As parents, we strive to teach our children right from wrong and give them the skills needed to face disappointments and challenges. We teach them morals, our faith, and what is important in life. And all this is taught with a love that cannot be contained – an unconditional love so great that it cannot even be explained. So, when a child strays or when they turn their back on the belief system they were raised with, the parents’ hearts break.
“Train children to live the right way, and when they are old, they will not stray from it.” (Proverbs 22:6)
What is amazing to me, is that, as an onlooker to her life, I can see God’s fingerprints all over it. The difficulties that she has faced are obviously covered with miracles that cannot be explained besides by acknowledging they were orchestrated by our Divine Creator. My husband and I find it unfathomable that our daughter cannot, or chooses not to see that.
I know she has had hurts that have scarred her deeply. I know that people have not always come through for her. But I can also see that our God always has.
“If we are unfaithful, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny who He is.” (2 Timothy 2:13)
I have even wondered if, as a child, she put me on a pedestal and when I fell from it, her opinion of life and of those who love Christ changed. You see, years ago, I did fall. I allowed the enemy to lure me into a situation that tarnished me in my daughter’s eyes. Her mother, the one who loved her and taught her right from wrong, failed. I crashed and it was ugly. Ironically, my “crash” came not long after her own. I had forgiven her, but she found it difficult to forgive me. In her eyes, I had gone from a wise mother whom she could look up to, to a weak woman with many faults.
But still, I cling to my hope in Christ. I can see that God has His eye on our daughter. I know that He will relentlessly pursue her, so, I am entrusting her into my Father’s hands. I know that He has a plan for her that is far better than any I could dream of myself. Our God is so good, and I am trusting in Him for the pursuit.