My daughter has a crush. A long-distance crush that she has maintained for oh, about a month or so. He’s the older brother of a friend back home. He has a truck. He’s a hottie. With a job. He wants to take her fishing and camping, and shopping even. He is apparently all that and a bag of shoes.
Before she left for Arkansas, he had been calling her every night, and she would just go on and on about him when they weren’t on the phone. “He said this and he said that and oh mom he’s so sweet and we like the same things and he talks about marriage…”
WHAT! Hold on just a minute there, little miss OCD, you haven’t even been on a date with him yet. You’ve still got some growing up to do, and you’re not ready to make that kind of commitment. Trust me on this one. You need to slow down. “Mom! What’s your problem? We’re not talking about us getting married, we’re just talking, you know.”
So I warned her to be careful. Some guys will say anything. They have ulterior motives. They tell you what they think you want to hear, but they don’t really mean it. “Oh really? Did Dad do that?” Of course. It’s the oldest trick in the book. “What did he say to you?” I told her the magic words he had said to me, and she said “Mom! That is SOOO LAME! I can’t believe you fell for that!”
I reminded her of the story in Genesis about how Eve had been deceived. Satan tempted her into disobedience with lies cloaked in truth. He appealed to her senses and convinced her that it was good for her because it was attractive and desirable. He uses the same tactics today.
I hope she remembers our conversation. And I hope Satan doesn’t drive a truck.