Wow…what a five days it has been! I just got home yesterday from Proverb’s 31 “She Speaks”. God was so faithful to give encouragement, clarity and to love on over 650 women. So powerful! One of the biggest blessings for me was the women who shared how “His Revolutionary Love” is changing their lives and the lives of their daughters. Moms investing in their daughters…that is the cry of my heart!
One of my daughters left for camp first, so yesterday was our reunion after a week. I love the afterglow of camp in a girl’s eyes. To get away from cell phones, tv, draining friends and FaceBook is just what they need! (We do too for that matter!) Yet in the afterglow, I see the pull returning. The tug-of-war in my girl between being the radical Jesus-lover that she is and the girl who doesn’t miss what is going on. The pull was more than a gentle tug last night. Like the whipping of the Tilt-A-Whirl at Six Flags, the volcity at which the world makes it play seemed stronger than my girl could take.
I’ll be honest…after many days pouring into women who feel called to speak and write at She Speaks, my mind, heart and body was not up for the battle for my girl’s heart. As she ran out of the living room crying, a huge part of me wanted to just let her go. So often it seems like these outbursts are part of the drama of the teen years, yet I know that my girl needed me.
She needs me.
She needed me to loving set the boundaries…again. She needed me to cup her face and explain that the reason for the rules was because she was my greatest treasure. I am going to do all I can to protect that treasure. She needed me to remind her that I am going to fight the enemy of her behalf every day to help her to be victorious.
It wasn’t an easy gentle talk. No…it was a crying, snotty nose, wear-me-flat-out, lasted for hours type of talk. But my girl is worth it. Though I was tired, though I would rather haved joined my hubby relaxing in the room next door; she was worth it. And you know, she actually thanked me at the end. She shared that this is the way she wants to go…she just forgets sometimes.
My girl is worth fighting for.
What started with raised voices and angry tones, ended with hugs and tender kisses.
My girl knows I love her. My girl knows that her mama is praying for her to be uncommon though she desperately wants to be both – uncommon and a part of all that is going on.
I am praying, that though the world pulls, tugs and tries to whip my girl around and around the cycle of popularity, position and power, my prayer is that my girl will honor Him.
(PS If you would like me to share with you these boundaries we were discussing – our rules for dating relationships – just shoot me an email at Lynn@LynnCowell.com and I’ll be happy to send them to you!)