My worst nightmare has suddenly been thrust upon me like a hundred pound weight dropped from a four story building. There’s nothing I can do about it. It had to happen sooner or later.
I guess I was hoping for later . . . much later.
But as it tends to do, time has crept up on me like a stealth bomber over Baghdad and my oldest daughter has begun noticing . . . ahem . . . (breathe, Michael; in through the nose, fill the lungs from the bottom up, exhale through pursed lips) . . . boys.
There, I said it.
Talk about shock and awe. I had hoped this day would never come, that somehow, someway, God would have mercy on me and rapture his church before the b-word became an issue.
Sure, she’s barely a teen and isn’t allowed to date for, oh, I don’t know, at least a couple decades, but it’s the beginning, the beginning of something horrible and terrifying–boy friends (notice I kept the two words separated intentionally). Ughh. Even the sound of the word makes me cringe, makes my skin crawl, and my blood curdle inside me.
I’ll admit it now for all to hear: I’m not going to do well when the young male species starts showing up on my front porch. Those brazen, testosterone-infested intruders won’t get past my front door without a fight.
It: “Hi, I’m here for–.”
Me: “I’m sorry, there’s no one here by that name. You must have the wrong house. Bye. Don’t come back.”
Okay, okay. I’ll be nice, well, maybe cordial . . . tolerant. But I’m a jealous dad. I don’t like when something (or someone) comes between my daughters and me. I like our relationship how it is—daddy and his girls.
My dad is jealous, too. My heavenly Father, that is. He says so Himself: you shall worship no other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God (Exodus 34:14).
God is jealous for our affection, time, and worship. He won’t tolerate anything coming between His children and Himself.
Deuteronomy 4:24 says, “For the LORD your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God.”
Hmmm. Consuming fire. I can do that.
Sooner or later I will no longer be number one in my daughter’s life. I understand that and will have to accept it when the time comes. But I can always keep my Father number one in my life. He deserves it and is more than worthy.