My son has a great respect for women. He has, whether consciously or not, tried to be the opposite of his father. He is sweet and loving and kind. He is polite and is a gentleman ... opening the doors for women and just doing his best to make sure that he's doing the right thing.
There are times when he gets very frustrated and that is not so pretty. Many of these times occurs when he thinks someone is comparing him to his dad ... which hasn't happened but that's how he perceives it.
Tonight it happened. I certainly didn't mean for it to happen but he was a little stressed from the night's activities (see previous post) and I went to talk to him in his room. He picked up his phone and however he was holding it made me flinch. For a moment I thought he might whip it at me. He spotted that gesture and he lost it ... sobbing in his closet. He has never lifted a hand to me but in the past I had things thrown at me and I suppose it was just a flashback but it caused him pain.
I quickly reassured him that I wasn't fearful of him ... that he wasn't being compared to his dad and I wonder how long my kids will feel the effects of what they've gone through. Seriously God has redeemed us and most days are joyful and we are rejoicing in the healing that has taken place in our lives. Some moments, however, leave us reeling and we remember those things we have worked so hard to get over. Just another way Satan tries to trip us up. May we always be conscious of where those thoughts come from and speak back with truth.
Until next time ... combat lies from the enemy with the Truth of God...
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