By Lisa Huddleston
“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” (Proverbs 22:6)
My dear husband and I are the parents of three young adult children—and the house parents of a fourth. Our front door has become a revolving one with people coming and going at all times of the day and night. Often now, we simply go to our room and close the doors to find some sanctuary and refuge for discussion. But think that stops them? Oh no. Last night, as Chuck and I were deep in discussion and lying in bed in our pajamas, we were accosted by two of our kids. One busting in to reveal her new acquisition of the day—a tiny stud in the side of her cute little upturned nose. The other to tell us the stress of his final weeks of school among other interesting (and equally stressful) items. Gotta love ‘em, but sometimes we think, “Did you even see that the door was closed?” Still, I can’t help delighting in their enthusiasm to share their lives with us—the good, the bad, and the ugly.
And what was last night’s news? Good, bad, or ugly? Well, I guess it depends upon whom you ask, but I found myself smiling over all of it. As my lovely girl leaned close to my sleepy eyes to reveal the tiny nose ring—which by the way she says was an engagement ring in the Old Testament discovery of Isaac’s bride—she smiled with such happiness. She popped up from the side of my bed and said, “This just feels like me!” and almost skipped out of the room. Ha! Good words to hear, despite her poor daddy’s distress. She is happy to be herself. Artsy, creative, unique, and utterly delightful. I am certain that God was also smiling at his precious girl. My heart is still charmed by her joy.
Oh to be that free. To take delight in whom God made me to be and to see him smile as I skip with joy in that freedom. And it is for freedom that Christ has made me free. No, not everyone will see this cosmetic addition as I do, but it fills me with pleasure. We have trained her in the way she should go. And she is happy with who she is. Well done! Oh yes, well done!
As I kicked Chuck under the sheets, his sweet daddy’s heart tried his very best to see it in her eyes. And I know that he will. He loves her for herself. I am so thankful that she does as well.