Before I had Tee, I was so worried about how in the world I was going to handle teenagers. A precious friend reminded me that they don't come out teenagers, they come out little babies and you have years to gain the wisdom to handle the teenage years...except when their parents are addicts and abusive...then, they come into your home as teenagers and bring MySpace, Playstation 2, and laundry that looks like your husband's.
I am ill equipped and feel a little overwhelmed. I'm finding that there are things I can say to my own boys that I cannot say to these young men. They need man to man talks and wisdom that I cannot offer.
I feel a little like Martha but want to be Mary too, and don't know how to sit with them and talk about things I know very little about.
It's been easy for me to love the little kids that come to our house because they need hugs and kisses, popsicles and grilled cheese sandwiches. They need to learn how to share and be respectful and learn about who Jesus is and what he came to do for them.
These boys are already kind and respectful. They already share. They know who Jesus is and are learning more and more about what they've been called to be as they walk with Him. What they need is direction and lessons on making choices that are bigger than whether or not to hit back or use potty language.
I'm praying that Trey will have an added measure of time and energy for these boys as they need his counsel, and I'm praying for wisdom beyond my 29 years.
Oh, give me a break. I'm having a hard day.