Seeing our Father in ourselves
by Susan Nelson
Feb 23, 2013 | 1057 views | 0 0 comments | 6 6 recommendations | email to a friend | print
There comes a time in all our lives when we find ourselves in an authoritative situation. As we seek to impart some form of wisdom, assured that all we say and do is of our own experience, we freeze mid-sentence in horror!

Maybe we stop to look around for that familiar face from our own childhood, even though those days are long gone. Rather than hearing, “Luke, I’m your father,” and the scream of acknowledgement afterwards, we think, “I’ve become my (mother/father),” and the shocking silence that ensues.

You swore an oath as a child that you would never say the words or you would think of better ways to deal with a circumstance, but suddenly a bright light shines into the recesses of your brain … could your parents have been right after all?

Nah! No, definitely not! We find ourselves in a Mark Twain situation in which we have said that we couldn’t believe how ignorant our parents were while we were young, and for him that was 14, but in the next seven years, his dad had grown in his wisdom- exponentially, I imagine.

Parents! They are placed in a position of authority over us by God like teachers, police, and grandparents. Being like them or not is not the issue. Following their rules, learning and growing is the issue.

No matter what we say, do, or think about the ways in which we are reared, our parents leave a mark on us for good or bad. Something I have learned over the years, and, thankfully, I had the chance to tell my dad before he passed away, I appreciated all that he did for me. I know he did the best he could with what he had to provide for all seven of us children.

I know we were a handful. I could make no mistakes that hadn’t already been done by an older brother or sister. Of course, being the middle daughter, I didn’t get the intense attention of the older or the adoration of the younger, but I think I fared much better out of the three of us … although, I could be wrong about that.

Regardless, being like our parents is not the worst thing that could happen to us. Never learning from our past or staying there in the past is far worse in my estimation.

We see nothing but disappointment or despair in the here and now. Here, too, I could be wrong, but I don’t think so. I could think about the scripture that speaks of rather than storing up treasures here we must store up treasures in heaven as a forward-thinking response to life. I think, instead, of making myself more and more like my heavenly father.

“Your word I have hidden in my heart, that I might not sin against You.” (Psalm 119:11)

I want Him to be so ingrained that His words are my life. I have such a long way to go to get there!
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