Growing up, I didn't enjoy being the daughter of a writer. Beginning at around age 10, I became my mom's editor. She picked me out of her four children. I didn't volunteer. It wasn't very cool to have everything we did written about or to spend so much time editing. Sometimes I'd write, "Boring. Who cares," in red ink across her typed pages--because at times, it was. She didn't care what my comments were, as long as I'd read her articles and be honest.
But even though it didn't seem fair and I got sick of being her editor, God had a plan. Over the years, I developed a love for the rhythm of words, ideas, and creative thoughts. She taught me to adore libraries and books. Without meaning to, my mother taught me to write.♥
There are probably things with your parents that don't thrill you. Maybe hard things. Maybe things that don't make sense. Maybe things you want to change. Problems you wish you didn't have at home.
Hang in there. If you're in a difficult or dangerous situation and need help, of course, tell someone you trust. Let this truth soak in...Everything we experience, with God's help, can eventually be used for good. No matter what.
Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope."