Pretty

So camp was a while ago but there was somthing there that just seems to haunt me. Our kids gave testimonies on the last night. One of the girls from our group gave her testimony. She grew up away from God and found herself in high school trying to find who she is without him.

She wanted to feel accepted and desirable. She looked for acceptance in a variety areas and found it in guys. She said, “I did things with boys because it made me feel pretty…” These words haunt me in a way that isn’t bad but provoking. They make me ask questions. They make me look at people differently. They allow me to feel the pains that our young women feel. And many of the times these young women don’t know anything else. This is how they see love. This is how they feel acceptance and worth. They dont know that there is a better way, that there is a God that loves them the way they are.

One of the questions I ask is about guys. I am a father now (so far the first 5 months have gone great) of a little girl. She is absolutly the most beauitiful girl i have ever seen. I look at her and think “how could a father allow his little girl to feel so abandoned that she would run to the arms a teenage boy to ‘make her feel pretty.’” I know that it won’t always be easy but I know that it is my resposibility as her father. This question stands for all men in regard to all the women in our lives. Are we making them feel beautiful? what are we doing to make sure we raise men of integrity?

It isn’t our kids fault that the world is corrupt, but we do have the responsibiblity to change this world with the love of God.