Today teens face an immense spiritual battle. Daily they are exposed to foul language, sexual conduct, alcohol and drugs, pressure from school and sports, and the constant agenda to undermine their belief in a loving God. Our teens need the stability and nurturing of a mother and father in their lives. The enemy of this world is out to destroy the foundation of the family.

My mother discovered my father's infidelity for the second time when I turned sixteen. My father's rejection, deceit, and betrayal crushed all trust that had been restored over the previous five years. My mother longed for a husband who would be faithful and available to her emotionally, spiritually and physically.

My parent's divorce was not a custody battle, but a battle to obtain the affection and attention of another. My father moved south to be near his girlfriend. Starving for attention my mother became controlled and manipulated by a another man that showered her with attention.
 
Meanwhile, I moved out of the house to live with a friend before my sophomore year of high school. When I returned from a cruise, that my friend's parents took us on, I discovered my worst nightmare. My boyfriend betrayed me a second time with his ex-girlfriend, but this time his apology was unable to cure the ache in my heart.

On Christmas Eve I sat alone on Lisa’s king size bed in the room we shared. Lisa and her mom were gone visiting their family. I turned down the invitation to go thinking I might see my sister and my twin brother who were still living at home.

Looking out the dark window I listened to the radio contemplating my circumstances. I felt lonely and distant from everyone. I needed physical distance from my boyfriend to get my life back on track.

God used the lyrics in a Barry Manilow song to prompt me to call my father. Seven months earlier, when I last spoke to my dad, he rejected me by not allowing me to live with him. Courageously, I begged this time, “Dad, I need a new start. My grades are failing and I want to transfer to a new school before the end of the semester.”

Surprised, my father agreed to my request. God had provided a way out of my mess. My fourteen year old sister had already made arrangements to move two hours south to live with him. We needed our father, someone to protect us, to nurture us, and provide for us.
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