
I am thankful for my parents this morning.
I used to hear others say, "I was blessed to be raised in a godly home" when I was a new Christian. For a long time, I felt like my life and family before Christ were somehow inferior because I did not grow up in a gospel preaching home. As I have grown in the faith, I have come to see that I had the exact right family I needed to have for God to work HIS purposes in my life. My parents were caring and responsible, and only wanted my best. They sacrificed for me, and worked hard for our family.
I see parents often pressuring their children in life; to do certain things, to achieve certain levels of excellence that are perhaps more for the prestige than anything. I know a young person who wants so desperately to get the parents' approval that the child's life is nothing but a frantic, stress-filled race for success in any and everything, at the expense of the relationship with Christ. Christian parents, above all, ought to understand the reality that the purposes God has for our children is not ours to determine or force. I hope I have not done that with my children. And I'm thankful my parents never did that with me. They may be outside of the fellowship of the Lord, but not outside of HIS watch, and I continue to pray for them.