“we will tell the next generation
the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD,”….(Ps 78:4).
“Heather, I feel so alone and unimportant to my parents. My mom has never really been there for me and it makes me feel like I’m not good enough. I feel depressed all the time and I try to talk to my parents about it, but they just think it’s a phase and won’t do anything to get me any help,” a student said to me a number of months ago.
“Heather, I feel so alone”…..
As I sat with this teenager in their pain my heart broke for her. As always, I pointed her to the real giver of love, Jesus, encouraged her to continue to reach out to her parents to see if they would get her help and even offered to call them and talk to them myself to see what we could do to help this young girl.
The Bible exhorts us to tell the next generation of the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord. Telling our children about God is of utmost importance, however, we must also take the time to sit with them in their pain and listen. I think sometimes we believe that telling our children more about God will fix their problems when in reality, the greatest thing we can do for them is not talk at them, but sit with them in their pain, hear their hearts and really listen.
I recall the greatest example of God’s love that was shown to me as a teenager. I was lying in bed, feeling completely empty, without hope and wanting nothing more than to just to disappear and be done with life. The thing that lifted me up out of my deep sadness began when my father and sister sat down on the edge of my bed and listened to my heart. They cried with me in my pain saying very little.
Looking back, it was the presence of God, in their love that starting wooing me out my sadness. Many people had told me what I needed to do, but it was their tangible presence of love that began to draw me out of the darkness and into the arms of the Father. That day was the first day of a new beginning for me. I knew that someone was there for me. I knew they cared. I had sat in bed so many other times, in deep pain, crying myself to sleep, but that day, someone came alongside me and it made all the difference.
I can’t help but think how many teenagers are crying themselves to sleep too, and no one is sitting on the edge of their beds and really listening to their hearts. This is why I have made it one of my missions in life to love as many teenagers as possible, To reach out to the brokenhearted and care for the hurting. To sit and listen to their stories, with the hopes of pointing them to the only love that satisfies- Jesus Christ.
Lord, we are distracted and there are so many who are hurting because the only person we can think about is ourselves. Father, forgive us that we have chosen to look inward instead of outward. Lord, we do not listen, because we do not take the time to sit and care for the hearts of the broken and hurting. Lord, break out hearts for the lonely and use us to point them to you, in Jesus name, Amen.