A Patriot

why....

How come “parent’s blessing” means so much to homeschoolers (especially homeschool guys) that it literally cripples them to do anything without running it by their parents?

I’m all in favor of parents giving support and stuff, but I don’t think that when we’re old enough and mature enough to make our own decisions that their approval should be the determining factor. Why is it that I’m here about to take the plunge and go from this reverse kidult stage I’ve been living in, into adulthood, and most of the guys I know only wish they could do that same thing? Why is parental blessing becoming such a factor in young homeschooled adults?

Is it because we’ve been taught that honor and obedience are the same things and it’s rendering us incapable of cutting the cord? Why is it okay in a relationship - and even mandatory for the guy to cut all ties with his parents, but the girls parents are basically _the authority_ and must be followed or else even though it’s not implicitly stated? Why isn’t the girl allowed to separate when it’s just as necessary?

I’m all for obeying your parents, but there’s a time when you need to go from obedience to honoring and respecting them, and they’re not the same. There’s a time when you gotta leave them and do what you need to do regardless of their consent. There’s gotta be a line drawn - our life is for God, not our parents but that doesn’t flow naturally. Sometimes, in order to break that tie……..you have to be drastic. Maybe I’m off my rocker, but I can’t live in this stage forever and compress the woman God is making me in order to obey my parents by being the kidult they want me to be.

Who is this?

He loves me when I am unlovable.

He gives me worth when I am worthless.

He shows me I’m not alone when all I know is loneliness.

He shows me life when all I see is death.

He gives me hope when all I know is pain.

He reminds me that he died so I can live when all I want to do is die.

He showed me His love by giving me the ability to love deeper and more earnestly than I thought I was capable of.

He created me in his image so I could feel for others and catch a glimpse of what He feels for us.

He sends people to hold me up when I’m too weak to keep my balance.

He reminds me I am His masterpiece when I would like nothing better than to injure myself.

He tells me life is still worth living when I think my life is pointless.

He promises that He will deliver me and bring about His plan, in His time, when I can’t see any way out of this hell I am living in.

He promises that He will move the mountains if I trust Him to.

When all of this is over, He *will* make beauty from the ashes that I am.

When this is over I will look back and see the gold that was purified.

I will remember the light of day as He leads me out of the darkness that I’m in.


Who is this?

……..my Saviour
…………….My Jehovah Shammah.