No One Can Fill Your Shoes...or Find Them!

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven...A time to embrace and a time to refrain.  A time to search and a time to give up.  A time to keep and a time to throw away...A time to be silent and a time to speak...A time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1, 5b, 6, 7, 7b, 8b

Have you ever been afraid to walk into a room?  No, I mean, really afraid!  Like, you'll never find your way back out or something terrible will happen when you're in there? Welcome to the teen years.  If there was any span of time for us to learn to pick our battles, the time was then because if we hadn't learned, we would definitely have been battling constantly over the years about the condition of our teenager's rooms.

We're talking dirty underwear, gum wrappers, potato chip bags, muddy clothes, strewn homework assignments, un-made beds, notes from friends at school, smelly soccer uniforms, mildew-covered rancid towels and wet bathing suits from phys. ed. swim class, hall passes for late arrival to class, grimy socks, you name it!  If the World Health Organization ever had a chance to peek into our sons' rooms, our home may have well been condemned and torn down.

As I reflect back, it was always amazing to me that they seemed to know exactly where everything was, though often they would dig down several layers to come up with a single piece of paper or a matching sock...