I like to think of myself as a pretty persistent person. But a couple of Sundays ago, my teenage son accused me of giving up too quickly.
It was one of those mornings when things weren’t going as usual. My younger son was sick, and my husband planned to stay home from church to take care of him. But I didn’t see any reason for my older son and I to stay home.
Now, it’s never easy to get a teenager out of bed. Heck, I don’t even like to get out of bed. But on Sundays we go to church. (Thank heavens there’s no more “early service.”)
Not surprisingly, when I knocked on my son’s door, there was grunt, and a mumble I interpreted to mean “I don’t wanna get up.” Read the rest of this entry »