Honor...Me?

I remember learning the 10 commandment at Vacation Bible School when I was a kid.  When we learned each commandment, we talked in depth about it, and what it meant in our lives.  


Don't use God's name like a swear word, and let him be your only God.  Go to church on Sundays, don't kill, steal, lie or be jealous of what the other kids have.   I remember not knowing exactly what "adultery" meant, but knowing better than to ask more details. 


When we discussed "honoring your father and mother,"  I knew this was a fairly easy one for me.  


I had parents who cared deeply, loved unconditionally, and provided faithfully.  I couldn't help but ask the teacher what to do if your parents wanted you to break one of the other commandments.  You know, if obeying your parents made you sin in another way.  


She told me, at that point, you need to pray and ask God what to do, but you should not break any of the commandments.


Something a few days ago made me remember that story and I recounted the story of my worried little heart to Herb.


Then today I read Ephesians 6:1-3 and thought of the whole honoring your parents concept in a whole new way.  


Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise—  “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.”


The tables have been turned.  I am the parent now.  I am the one that someone else  is being commanded to obey.


Wow.


Am I living my life honorably in a way that will cause Levi to make good choices, too?  It's such a huge task.    I don't take it lightly.  What kind of path are we leading Levi on?

I want to live a life worthy of the calling I have received.  


I'm so grateful I don't have to do it alone.  I am grateful for a husband who is obedient to God's calling and open to talk about parenting and faith.  I'm so grateful for a God who is full of grace and guidance.