I am one of those AI-Chat-GPT over-users.
My girls just started up with prison... I mean school again, and Kiki, my youngest (12), started getting headaches again. So, like a good father in my pajamas I ask Chat GPT for medical advice. (Who needs doctors anymore, right?)
1 leading cause on the list was "Stress/Worry".
Chat GPT suggests: "Talk to her about any challenges or worries she might be facing." (Hmm, why didn't I think of that) She is sitting next to me at the breakfast table all perfectly dressed and groomed, so I start digging.
It turns out she does this elaborate beauty routine in the morning because she is afraid of what other people think of her.
I tell her, "Believe it or not, I was also really scared about what people thought about me at your age. My hair had to be perfect in the morning before leaving. But you have one thing I didn't."
So far no eyes rolling, must be on the right track.
"You have Jesus to trust in. I ..... just had hair gel."
On the dining room wall is Philippians 4:5-7 which promises supernatural peace when you present your requests to God. I point to it. We look at it and reflect for a second.
But at that moment we see my oldest daughter Flippy (18) leaving for school. Her hair was an awful mess and she probably forgot to brush her teeth. She is everything I wish I had been in school: Confident and carefree.
"Not only do you have Jesus, but you've got a big sister like that."
I am one of those AI-Chat-GPT over-users.
My girls just started up with prison... I mean school again, and Kiki, my youngest (12), started getting headaches again. So, like a good father in my pajamas I ask Chat GPT for medical advice. (Who needs doctors anymore, right?)
1 leading cause on the list was "Stress/Worry".
Chat GPT suggests: "Talk to her about any challenges or worries she might be facing." (Hmm, why didn't I think of that) She is sitting next to me at the breakfast table all perfectly dressed and groomed, so I start digging.
It turns out she does this elaborate beauty routine in the morning because she is afraid of what other people think of her.
I tell her, "Believe it or not, I was also really scared about what people thought about me at your age. My hair had to be perfect in the morning before leaving. But you have one thing I didn't."
So far no eyes rolling, must be on the right track.
"You have Jesus to trust in. I ..... just had hair gel."
On the dining room wall is Philippians 4:5-7 which promises supernatural peace when you present your requests to God. I point to it. We look at it and reflect for a second.
But at that moment we see my oldest daughter Flippy (18) leaving for school. Her hair was an awful mess and she probably forgot to brush her teeth. She is everything I wish I had been in school: Confident and carefree.
"Not only do you have Jesus, but you've got a big sister like that."
As Kiki giggled, it hit me: my job isn’t just to remind her that Jesus is her foundation—though that’s the most important thing. It’s also to help her see what she’s got right here and now.
And having a big sister like Flippy? That helps. Someone who shows her, messy hair and all, that she doesn’t need to be perfect to be confident.
Jesus gives peace, but sometimes He sends a big sister to remind us how to live it out. Turns out, we’re all works in progress—and that’s perfectly okay.
