Two things lead me to write this blog post in honor of my parents:
1. They are coming to town tomorrow and so they are simply on my mind.
2. I have told my children the same things over and over again all day long and frankly, I am weary.
In having kids, I realize how much grief I put my parents through as they had to tell me the same things over and over again, and at the time I did not get it.I did not understand why they would not let me to go parties in high school or why they would not let me dress like everyone else or why, if a boy called, my dad would take the call and refuse to let me talk to him.I was not happy with them at all that they “forced” me to attend a small Bible college or why they made me work on our family farm to (in my mind) the point of exhaustion.
But now I get it and am so thankful.
I am so thankful for all the things they would not let me do. And I am so thankful for the things that they made me do. I am so thankful that my dad reminded me almost daily that Christ could return any minute and that we needed to be ready. I am so thankful that my mom endured through the day in and day out of her daughter stating her case as to why certain things should be allowed. And after my eloquent convincing she would just say “N-O.” I am so thankful that my dad taught me to look at people as eternal souls, destined for Heaven or Hell. I am so thankful that they took me to church, that they taught me the Bible is the authority, and that Jesus is the only way. I am so thankful for all the times they prayed for me and for the hours upon hours my dad worked at a job he did not like so that I could go to a good school and could get braces on my teeth. I am so thankful that even when I was selfish and hard-headed they loved me still, they continued to sacrifice for me, and they did not back down from inundating me with Truth.
My parents are one of the means in my life that the Lord has used to bring me to Christ and to work in me a love for the Word of God. Thank you God for my parents!
