TEEN YEARS

(a requested repost from our homeschool blog)

Sometimes I go into her room just to be encouraged.

She who sleeps on a cot, surrounded by verses, lyrics, reminders.  My guess is that the remainder of her life will look very similar to this.  

She plays her guitar to remind herself of who she is, and of her Worth.  She draws, paints, creates to untangle her thoughts and dreams.  She has learned the rhythms of preaching Truth to herself.


She reads and prays and watches with a fire that stirs me.


This is what the teen years are like.  They are like watching logs catch fire and become consumed.  They are like watching something mysterious spread in an uncontrollable fashion.    They are where ideals rage, leaving behind the truest version of what was there all along.  For better or for worse.


Sometimes I go into her room just to be encouraged.