I had planned to write a cute and funny post today. But I don't feel very cute or funny.
I mostly feel battle-weary. And sad. And angry.
Raising a teenage girl in today's rot-gut culture is the hardest war I have ever waged.
As prepared as I try to be, I often feel, as a parent, completely ambushed by a barrage of gut-wrenching challenges and dilemmas.
I try to protect her, but the onslaught feels crushing at times. Under fire from all sides, I wonder how she'll emerge from the teen years without being a casualty. More than that, my heart's desire is for her not just to survive, but to emerge victorious!
Of course, I know that prayer and God's intervention is what I have to continue to rely on. I know He is the best Warrior I could ever imagine.
But that doesn't mean that I don't feel very small and alone in this at times. That I feel like my ammunition has run dry. That I fear I'm not courageous and wise enough to wage the war that I'm engaged in daily.
I love my daughter so much. I know that He loves her more. I just don't want to fail her or Him.
But the battleplan isn't always clear. And I know I've already made many tactical errors. I'm ashamed of the times that I haven't been brave.
No matter how old your daughter is, pray for her today. The culture has made our girls a target in a way that is downright frightening. (Case in point: When I was looking for a photo to go with this post, I had a terrible time finding a woman soldier who was fully clothed.)
I know He is stronger. But today this soldier is feeling a little weak.
I'm linking up again this week to Shell's Pour Your Heart Out meme. Apparently, I'm a gusher lately. :)