Driving two teenage boys to school is mostly a quiet adventure. I ask a few questions and they grunt yes or no. Two miles down the road I usually give up and turn on the music. But not this morning. We talk hunting and hibernating…migration and tall fences. There is an anticipation in the air. The winter break is coming and today at school, while adults are working, they’ll be dancing. Yes, the school has planned a dance to send them off. Can you see it? Junior high guys and girls giddy with the thought of dancing…anxious about who might be willing. I listen quietly as they talk.
“Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-7603B" data-link="(B)” style=”background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; text-align: start; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;”>but the looks on the heart.”–1 Samuel 16:7
You can imagine the rest of our “talk”. Me gently reminding them when we are led with our eyes, we can be misled. I challenged them to look further, deeper…to take a look at the inside. The boys jump out of the car and as I return home, joy seeps in slow and fills my heart. In the talking with teen boys this mother received the message loud and clear.
Lights twinkle on trees and gifts sit unopened waiting. Still I’m not ready! Because the drier died a few days ago. It lays in parts on the laundry room floor.