This may come as a surprise for many, but every man desires to have the perfect family. It's no secret that every woman desires to have the perfect family, but so do men! However, if you haven't noticed yet, there is no perfect family. We are all messed up, flawed beyond hope and very dysfunctional. And unlike popular sitcoms about dysfunctional families, it really isn't funny! So how can you survive or overcome these flaws?
God Cares about You
What is wrong with your family? How flawed are your parents, your spouse, your kids? It's almost as if God didn't care! But God does cares about the family flaws you have to face now And He cares about the family flaws you endured in the past, and the ones yet to come. God wants to help us handle the abnormal things about our family. I want you to know that no matter what your family situation is, God still loves you and can use you.
Remember what I told you before, if we will plug into God’s grace and ask for His wisdom and follow His instructions we can have peace and joy in our lives no matter how tough things have been or are right now in our family! Just remember that no matter what you have done or what others have done to you, God wants to restore your life. And no matter how hard things seem right now, God can and will bring you out of that for His glory.
A True Story
Let me tell you a true story that will bring some perspective to this whole thing. The story is taken from "God Allows U-Turns" and it is titled: "In God’s Eyes," by Candace Carteen of Portland, Oregon.
"By the time I was ten, I was totally ashamed of my father. All my friends called him names: Quasi-Moto, hunchback, monster, little Frankenstein, the crooked little man with the crooked little cane. At first it hurt when they called him those things, but soon I found myself agreeing with them. He was ugly, and I knew it!
My father was born with something called parastremmatic dwarfism. The disease made him stop growing when he was about thirteen and caused his body to twist and turn into a grotesque shape. It wasn’t too bad when he was a kid. I saw pictures of him when he was about my age. He was a little short but quite good-looking. Even when he met my mother and married her when he was nineteen, he still looked pretty normal. He was still short and walked with a slight limp, but he was able to do just about anything. Mother said, “He even used to be a great dancer.”
It Got Worse
Soon after my birth, things started getting worse. Another genetic disorder took over, and his left foot started turning out, almost backward. My Father's head and neck shiftedover to the right, his neck became rigid and he had to look over his left shoulder a bit. His right arm curled in and up and his index finger almost touched his elbow. His spine warped to look something like a big, old roller coaster and it caused his torso to lie sideways instead of straight up and down like a normal person. My Father's walk became slow, awkward, and deliberate. He had to almost drag his left foot as he used his deformed right arm to balance his gait.
I hated to be seen with him. Everyone stared. They seemed to pity me. I knew he must have done something really bad to have God hate him that much.
Ungrateful Teenager
By the time I was seventeen, I was blaming all my problems on my father. I didn’t have the right boyfriends because of him and I didn’t drive the right car because of him. I wasn’t pretty enough because of him, I didn’t have the right jobs because of him and I wasn’t happy because of him.
Anything that was wrong with me, or my life, was because of him. If my father had been good-looking, like James’ father, or successful like Paul’s father, worldly like Terry’s father, I would be perfect! I knew that for sure.
The night of my senior prom came, and Father had to place one more nail in my coffin; he had volunteered to be one of the chaperones at the dance. My heart just sank when he told me. I stormed into my room, slammed the door, threw myself on the bed, and cried.
The Pillow
“Three more weeks and I’ll be out of here!” I screamed into my pillow. “Three more weeks and I will have graduated and be moving away to college.” I sat up and took a deep breath. “God, please make my father go away and leave me alone. He keeps sticking his big nose in everything I do. Just make him disappear, so that I can have a good time at the dance.”
I got dressed, my date picked me up, and we went to the prom. Father followed in his car behind us. When we arrived, Father seemed to vanish into the pink chiffon drapes that hung everywhere in the auditorium. I thanked God that he had heard my prayer. At least now I could have some fun.
Midway through the dance, Father came out from behind the drapes and decided to embarrass me again. He started dancing with my girlfriends. One by one, he took their hand and led them to the dance floor. He then clumsily moved them in circles as the band played. Now I tried to vanish in the drapes.
Say What!?
After Jane had danced with him, she headed my way.
“Oh no!” I thought “She’s going to tell me he stomped on her foot or something.”
“Grace,” she called, “you have the greatest father.” My face fell. “What?”
She smiled at me and grabbed my shoulders. “Your father’s just the best. He’s funny, kind, and always finds the time to be where you need him. I wish my father was more like that.”
For one of the first times in my life, I couldn’t talk. Her words confused me. “What do you mean?” I asked her.
“What do you mean, what do I mean? Your father’s wonderful. I remember when we were kids, and I’d sleep over at your house. He’d always come into your room, sit down in the chair between the twin beds, and read us a book. I’m not sure my father can even read,” she sighed, and then smiled. “Thanks for sharing him.”
Speechless
Then, Jane ran off to dance with her boyfriend. I stood there in silence. A few minutes later, Paul came to stand beside me. “He’s sure having a lot of fun.” “What? Who? Who’s having a lot of fun?” I asked.
“Your father. He’s having a ball.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I didn’t know what else to say. “You know, he’s always been there,” Paul said. "I remember when you and I were on the mixed doubles soccer team. He tried out as the coach, but he couldn’t run up and down the field, remember? So they picked Jackie’s father instead. That didn’t stop him. He showed up for every game and did whatever needed to be done. He was the team’s biggest fan. I think he’s the reason we won so many games. Without him, it just would have been Jackie’s father running up and down the field yelling at us. Your father made it fun. I wish my father had been able to show up to at least one of our games. He was always too busy."
A Change in Me
Paul’s girlfriend came out of the restroom, and he went to her side, leaving me once again speechless.
My boyfriend came back with two glasses of punch and hande me one. "Well, what do YOU think of my father?" I asked out of the blue.
Terry looked surprised, "I like him. I always have."
"Then why did you call him names when we were kids?"
"I don’t know. Because he was different, and I was dumb kid."
"When did you stop calling him names?" I asked, trying to search my own memory.
Terry didn’t even have to think about the answer. "The day he sat down with me outside by the pool and held me while I cried about my mother and father’s divorce. No one else would let me talk about it. I was hurting inside, and he could feel it. He cried with me that day. I thought you knew."
I looked at Terry and a tear rolled down my cheek as long-forgotten memories started cascading into my consciousness.
Memories
When I was three, my puppy got killed by another dog, and my father was there to hold me and teach me what happens when the pets we love die. When I was five, my father took me to my first day of school. I was so scared. So was he. We cried and held each other that first day. The next day he became the teacher’s helper. When I was eight, I just couldn’t do math. Father sat down with me night after night, and we worked on math problems until math became easy for me. When I was ten, my father bought me a brand-new bike. I loved that bike. But, when it was stolen, because I didn’t lock it up like I was taught to do, my father gave me jobs to do around the house so I could make enough money to purchase another one.
Then, when I was thirteen and my first love broke up with me, my father was there to yell at, to blame, and to cry with. When I was fifteen and I got to be in the honor society, my father was there to see me get the accolade. Now, when I was seventeen, he put up with me no matter how nasty I became or how high my hormones raged.
I Saw Him Differently
As I looked at my father dancing gaily with my friends, a big toothy grin on his face, I suddenly saw him differently. The handicaps weren’t his, they were mine! I had spent a great deal of my life hating the man who loved me. I had hated the exterior that I saw, and I had ignored the interior that contained his God-given heart. Suddenly I felt very ashamed.
I asked Terry to take me home, too overcome with feelings to remain.
On graduation day, at my Christian high school, my name was called, and I stood behind the podium as the valedictorian of my class. As I looked out over the people in the audience, my gaze rested on my father in the front row sitting next to my mother. He sat there, in his one and only, specially made suit, holding my mother’s hand and smiling.
Overcome with emotions, my prepared speech was to become a landmark of my life.
The Speech
"Today I stand here as an honor student, able to graduate with a 4.0 average. Yes, I was in the honor society for three years and was elected class president for the last two years. I led our school to championship in the debate club, and yes, I even won a full scholarship to Kenton State University so that I can continue to study physics and someday become a college professor.
"What I’m here to tell you today, fellow graduates, is that I didn’t do it alone. God was there, and I had a whole bunch of friends, teachers, and counselors who helped me. Up until three weeks ago, I thought they were the only ones I would be thanking this evening. If I had just thanked them, I would have been leaving out the most important person in my life. My father."
I looked down at my father and at the look of complete shock that covered his face.
My Father
I stepped out from behind the podium and motioned for my father to join me onstage. He made his way slowly, awkwardly, and deliberately. He had to drag his left foot up the stairs as he used his deformed right arm to balance his gait. As he stood next to me at the podium, I took his small, crippled hand in mind and held it tight.
"Sometimes we only see the silhouette of the people around us," I said, "For years I wasas shallow as the silhouettes I saw. For almost my entire life, I saw my father as someone to make fun of, someone to blame, and someone to be ashamed of. He wasn’t perfect, like the fathers my friends had.
"Well, fellow graduates, what I found out three weeks ago is that while I was envying my friends’ fathers, my friends were envying mine. That realization hit me hard and made me look at who I was and what I had become. I was brought up to pray to God and hold high principles for others and myself. What I’ve done most of my life is read between the lines of the Good Book so I could justify my hatred."
Then, I turned to look my father in the face.
The Big Apology
"Father, I owe you a big apology. I based my love for you on what I saw and not what I felt. I forgot to look at the one part of you that meant the most, the big, big heart God gave you. As I move out of high school and into life, I want you to know I could not have had a better father. You were always there for me, and no matter how badly I hurt you, you still showed up. Thank you!"
I took off my mortar board and placed it on his head, moving the tassel just so.
"You are the reason I am standing here today. You deserve this honor, not me."
And as the audience applauded and cried with us, I felt God’s light shining down upon me as I embraced my father more warmly than I ever had before, tears unashamedly falling down both our faces.
For the first time, I saw my father through God’s eyes, and I felt honored to be seen with him. (From "God Allows U-Turns")
Survive
As I mentioned before, you can survive your family flaws. But it is going to take you opening your eyes to God's truth. Why is that? Well, because Jesus told us that when we see God's truth, the truth will set us free! John 8:31-33
How does God see you and how does He see your family? I encourage you today to see the flaws of those you love, and those who love you, through God’s eyes. When you can do this, you will be able to survive your family flaws! --THE END--
