I Never Want to Speak at a Graduation

Today, I went to a graduation, many of which I hate. They are boring, lame, and nobody really remembers what the speaker says. This one was different, I found myself at the graduation of one of my kids I had just gotten on to, and told couldn't come with us on Monday. I had every reason not to go, I certainly knew I wasn't going to enjoy it all that much. I was sure that it would be an awkward encounter seeing her and her family afterwards.

So I went. It was boring. It was different from what I'm used to. It was awkward seeing her afterwards. But something happened. It may have been my girlfriend whispering to her to tell her to say something to me. But I got a hug.

Sometimes, I feel like it's just easier to just write the difficult kids of mine, or to just avoid them and not do things with them. What would that teach them though? That when things get tough at all between us I'm just going to ditch them? NO! That would be the opposite of what I want to do. I wanna teach them all about forgiveness. That even though we screw up all the time Jesus does not ditch us. And as a person who seeks to pick up his cross and follow Jesus everyday, I must stick with my kids when they treat me terribly. Maybe, just maybe I can teach them a little more about forgiveness through the awkwardness I experience.