Getting to church is no easy task. Your fourteen year-old son won’t get out of bed. Your sixteen year-old daughter rolls her eyes when you tell her she can’t take her cell phone in the building. She yells at you and her dad, and then stomps to the car. By the time you get to church, no one is speaking and you’re in tears. You slip into the pew and smile at the family next to you. There they sit. The father has his arm around his teenage daughter. She and her brother sit, listening attentively, between their calm mom and dad. No eye-rolling. No under the breath mutterings. Their children respect them. They have it all together.
This is when other families creep in…or at least the lies creep in that start to cause us to compare ourselves to other families...Read More