When your children were little, they held your hand, called you “Mommy” or “Daddy,” and gave you butterfly kisses in public. But something happens when children become teenagers. They want you to drive them around and pay for their meals, but they don’t really want to be seen with you anymore. You’re not quite as cool as you used to be.
I don’t suppose God is too thrilled with the children He adopted by faith into His royal family think that God is no longer cool enough to identify with Him in public. How that disdain must hurt His fatherly heart!
