I just have to share another of my shining mommy moments. This one happened today on the phone with my 16-yr-old daughter.
She: Mom, I told you I’m staying here. I don’t want to come there for school.
Me: That really isn’t your decision to make. It’s my responsibility to see to it that you get the guidance and discipline that you need.
She (all dramatic like): It’s my life! Not yours!
Me: The reality of it is that it isn’t your life. You belong to God, so He gets to make that call.
She: I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
Me: We have to talk about it because if you expect me to allow you to stay there, then you’re going to have to show me that you’re seeking God’s wisdom in this. You got that? So the first thing you need to do is start praying. You need to ask forgiveness for disrespecting your mother. And you have to start going to church. Whether you want to or not. And you have to read your Bible. And I expect you to call me every day asking me to do a devotional with you.
Then you need to show me some fruit. You know what I’m talking about?
She: Yes. The fruit of the Spirit.
Me: That would be love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and self-control. You’d better get to squeezin’ out some of that fruit. Then you need to read 1 Corinthians 13. That’s the chapter on love. I want evidence that you are willing to be obedient, not just to me, but to God. Do you understand what I’m telling you?
She: Yes, Mom.
Me: So here’s the deal. I’m planning to pick you and your sister up at the end of this month to bring you back here for school. IF you think for one minute that I’m going to leave my job undone, you need to think again. I’m responsible for training you up in the way you should go, and that is exactly what I intend to do. IF you expect me to believe that you’re doing what you think God wants, then you’d better get godly in a hurry.
Me: Are you there?
She: Yeah, I’m here.
Me: Well, I’ve got to go back to work. I love you.
She: Love you too. Bye.
Squeeze out some of that fruit? Get godly in a hurry? Move over, Beth Moore. You’ve got competition.