I took out one of my old journals last night and started reading it. When I say "old" I mean, from the end of 1993 to the beginning of 1995!!! I've kept journals all these years and it's fun, and sometimes, funny, sad, aggravating and embarrassing to go back and read them. This time it was sad and kind of embarrassing. This journal was from not long after I had started high school. The reason I mention it is because in it, I had every slight, hurt, embarrassing moment and desperate teen age girl thought written in it. It brought back memories. And anger.
There is a point to this post, other than talking about my journal and high school years, and it may seem like I'm going to take a long time getting it to it. I promise you I will.
But first, let me tell you a story.......
As many of you may or may not know I was homeschooleduntil the 6th grade. Being missionaries in Brazil that was the best way for me to get my education at the time. Once I hit the 6th grade my parent's felt it was time to continue my education in a "real" school. I got a good education at home which is what allowed me to skip 7th and half 8th when I began attending Pan America Christian Academy, or PACA, a private, American, christian school in the city where I lived. I was sooo excited to be "going to school" and has all sorts of plans for myself when I got there. I dreamed of having a "normal" school life like the girls I saw on t.v and in the books that I read. I just knew I was going to go in make a couple of best friends and we'd walk around giggling and talking about boys. We'd walk arm in arm, write notes and have sleepovers. Speaking of boys, I would, of course, pick up a couple of boyfriends along the way. I'd would be popular and do all sorts of fun things and it would all be maahvelous. Before you all start groaning, remember, I had never been to school before and only had t.v and books to base my idea on what "real" school life was. And I wanted that. In the worst way. Before I started school I was a pretty happy-go-lucky girl who had a great social life at church with all my Brazilian friends. They all thought I was pretty great. It also helped that I was American. I wasn't super concerned with my looks and was happy with my permed, short hair ( I insisted on it.Think "Annie"), huge eye glasses and very bright and colorful clothing. You can imagine my surprise and utter dismay when school was not what I had anticipated. In fact for my first two years there, it was, in my thirteen and fourteen year old mind, hell. I looked different, was different, awkward,friendless,insecure, picked on, made fun of and the butt of cruel pranks. My parent's told me that they would take me out anytime I wanted them to if I didn't want to deal with it anymore. But, I didn't want out. I wanted to stay and I wanted to do whatever it took to be the person that everyone liked and thought was cool. Not only did I not have a boyfriend,boys didn't seem to notice me at all! I know it hurt my parents to see me hurting and they wanted to do all they could to help me out but I was stubborn and wanted to stay and continue on. My parent's continually told me that all that didn't matter and I shouldn't care what other people thought. That in the future, all of that would be irrelevant and so would the cruel people. They insisted I was special,fun, kind and pretty( go figure!!), that God loved me just the way I was, and all those insecurities I had were unfounded. People just needed to get to know me for who I was. And it was their loss if they didn't. (humph!) Eventually I "grew into myself" and gained more confidence.But when you're in high school that is your world and you can't see past it. By my tenth grade year I did make those "best friends" and many others, in fact. Even boys became my friends! (But I never did pick up those boyfriends!) School got much better for me and I had fun, got into sports,drama, discovered my singing ability and made lasting, good memories to go along with the bad ones. Wast it ever what I dreamed it would be? No. Was it ever really easy for me? Nope.
And this is where I start to get into the real reason for this post.
After reading my journal, I got sad and wished I hadn't felt the way I felt and placed so much importance on the things that I did. I laughed at how dra-maahtic I was about my feelings and the huge words that I used. I snickered over the different boy I "fell in love with" every other day. But it hurt all over again to see the insecure and desperate- for- popularity girl I had become. I prayed to God that my girls would not have to go through what I went through in high school. That they would be happy with themselves, confident, easy going, kind, compassionate servants of the Lord. I also prayed that the Lord would give them good friends, great memories and great experiences in junior high and high school. That, even if they chose to have a silly hairstyle or be quirky in some way they would do it proudly and with no apologies. One of the movies that has always hit home with me has been " Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion." If you haven't seen it, it's about two best friends who were "outcasts" in high school but turned into party girls once they get into adulthood. They decide to go to their 10 year high school reunion with fake jobs and lives and make everyone believe they were way more successful than what they really were. Well, things didn't turn out well for them at the reunion and they ended up making fools of themselves because they are caught in their lie. They are then ridiculed and made fun of and Romy stomps off all upset and angry that all of those people still didn't see them any differently. Well, Michelle decides she's had enough of Romy's pouting and insecurities.
And here is my favorite part-
Michelle lights into Romy and tells her she thought high school was a blast. She didn't know that they were considered dorks and outcasts. She had a great time because Romy was her best friend, they had fun together and they did what they wanted. It never occurred to her to be anything different than what she was.I'll spare you all the details but the movie ends wonderfully and everybody gets their just desserts. That my friends, is how I wish I had been and what I want for my girls.
***And now for the point of this post!!***
So it was a small surprise and blessing to read the chapter that I read in "The Power Of A Praying Parent" by Stormie Omartian this morning. It was titled "Being The Person God Created". Her words perfectly touched upon all the things I had been thinking last night. Here is what she said
" Not knowing who God made us to be, trying to be who we are not, or even just desiringto be someone else, can only lead to a life of misery, frustration, and unfulfillment."
".....We can pray that our children have ears to hear God's voice so such misery doesn't happen to them."
"Young girls compare themselves to other girls and see them as having prettier hair, nicer clothes, a better house, greater popularity, higher scholastic achievement, or more talent and beauty. (me in a nutshell in high school!!) Young boys look at other boys and see them as taller, better looking, greater athletes, having more friends, more hair, more possessions, or more skills and ability. This day after day comparing and falling short can attack the true identity of a child. I've known far too many young people who, by the time they reach their teens, long to be someone other than who they are. Instead of appreciating who God made them to be and spending their energies trying to be their best at that, they strive and strain to be something they can't be, doing something that will never fulfill them. Our prayers can block this plan of the enemy and give our children a clear vision of themselves and their future."
"From the time my children were small I prayed for God to reveal to us what their gifts and talents were. Along with that I asked for wisdom as to how best encourage, nurture, develop and train them to be all God made them to be. Helping them to appreciate their strengths and not dwell on their weaknesses.....
"I know they will never fully understand who they are until they understand who God is."
This, my friends, is the whole point of this long post. Even though my children are young, and not even in kindergarten yet, I can begin to pray for their futures. Their elementary school years, junior high years, high school years and even college years. I can start to pray now for a confident yet humble, godly character, friends,experiences and choices when they hit high school. And pray hard that they make the best choices possible and be all that the Lord created them to be.
And even...
their future boyfriends. (God help us!!)