Mikki is monopolizing my video games, so I have nothing to do but blog. Sad, isn't it. I seem to be caught somewhere between childhood and adulthood. I feel old and boring for sitting at home on a Friday night, but not old enough to stop me from whining about not getting my turn on the xbox. What's sad is that I'll probably have grandkids in 15-20 years, and I'll be fighting them for control of the games. They're never going to want to come to my house.
All my childishness aside, it is nice to have a family to spend time with. My kids will be teens soon, and I'm sure I'll be longing for these family nights in. It goes so quick.
I really enjoy reminding them of things that they used to think were great, like Barney and Elmo. They really hate it when I bring that up.
The last time I teased them about it, I started thinking about my spiritual growth. I've been a Christian most of my life, and I've really been following Christ since I was about 17. So spiritually, I'm about high school age now. Shouldn't I be embarrassed when I do the things I used to do when I was a young Christ-follower? How must God feel?
Imagine going to the store with your teenaged kid, and he starts eating his boogers and crying about candy. That's how God must see us when we revert to our old ways. Gosh, how he must be proud!
So there you have it, folks. In the eyes of God, I occasionally eat spiritual boogers. You have just experienced the worst metaphor ever. Thank you, and good night.
