My daughter Kristin helped me write a paraphrase of I Corinthians 13.  I hope it will inspire you to make this familiar passage incarnational in your relationship with your daughter. 

--Sharon  Hersh

 

 

I Corinthians 13 for Mothers of Teenage Girls

 

   Love is patient.  Love never gives up, even after asking eleven times, “Please tell me what’s wrong.”


   Love is kind.  Love cares more for my daughter than I do for a clean house, a full bank account, or a quiet evening curled up with a good book.

 

   It does not envy.  Love doesn’t want my daughter to be like any other girl in the world.  Love wants her to be exactly who she is.

 

   It does not boast.  Love doesn’t say, “I told you so” (even though I did tell her that she would be tired and irritable if she stayed up until 4:30 am!)

 

   It is not proud.  Love doesn’t take credit for her accomplishments—they are all hers!

 

   It is not rude.  Love doesn’t expect her to dress like me, act like me, or be interested in the same things I am.

 

   It is not self-seeking.  Love isn’t always pushing her own agenda.  Love lets her find her own way.

 

   It is not easily angered.  Love doesn’t yell, “Don’t you take that tone with me, young lady.”

 

   It keeps no record of wrongs.  Love doesn’t keep score of the times she came in late, didn’t clean her room, or slammed her bedroom door.

 

   Love does not delight in evil.  Love hurts when she hurts and rejoices when she is glad.

 

   But rejoices in the truth.  Love takes pleasure in waiting for her timing, her growth, and her emotional maturity as if watching the delicate unfolding of a beautiful, blooming rose.

 

   It always protects.  Love puts up with sulking, crying, yelling, pouting, whining, and complaining.

 

   Always trusts.  Love remembers that she is God’s child—a magnificent loan for a while, but she is His.

 

   Always hopes.  Love always looks for the creative, beautiful, amazing girl begin the unpredictable, messy, moody façade.

 

   Always perseveres.  Love listens to her daughter’s lament, “Mom, I hate my life!” and sees a chance to begin again, make new trust again, forgive again and demonstrate again that undergirding her relationship with her daughter is a commitment that the greatest earthquake cannot shake.

 

   Love never fails.  Love keeps going toward emotional maturity, unwilling to trade this difficult, demanding, and infinitely rewarding journey for anything!