I don’t know if you need coffee this morning, or not. But, I know I need mine. And, I’d sure love it if you would at least sit with me, and have a donut or something, while I pick yo’ brain about this here issue!
I am knowledgeable person; know a lil bit of something about everything on both sides of the street. This is not a humble brag. It’s just the truth. But, I have a serious issue with having to take on the task of teaching a man how to be a man!
I’m sorry that I’m not sorry. But, some of these men are out here taking the scriptural “leave and cleave” way too doggone literal for me.
Maybe I’ve waited too late. Maybe the fact that I’ve raised a son is clashing with my search for so called real man. I don’t know. But, if I have to cook for. Do your laundry, AND tell you not to be disrespectful to your boss, then I start to see you just a lil bit differently.
Like they say: “Two out of three ain’t bad”.
But, that third one, see, it jabs at me.
I mean, raise your hand if you believe that a man who is ready to be a husband and a provider, ready to be the head of a stable household, should already be equipped with the mind that he has to respect the hand that feeds his family…👀 Don’t worry. I’ll wait.
*Sips coffee, and waits for answer*
While you think about it, let me tell you how I respond to a disrespectful to whomever kinda man:
“Son, Son, listen” is how I’m going to respond to that every time! If I’m on a date with a guy and his boss calls him, and the guy is being nasty with his boss, and cross, and rude, I am immediately turned off and mentally out of the door.
“You still need raising Son, Son! My son is grown. And, I know you think you are, too. So, I know the last thing you wanna hear from me is that if you are that disrespectful to your authority here on Earth, and the Bible teaches you not to be, then how are you going to keep me led to the authority of Christ? How are you expecting for me to follow your authority?”
That’s my knee jerk response when I witness certain behaviors. And, I really don’t know whether I’m right, or wrong. But, it’s how I feel.
“Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife, and they shall be one flesh” can be found in Genesis 2:24. And, I agree with it, 100%. The problem is that I believe that before one cleaves to a wife, he should be first ready to be a husband.
My momma and daddy had begun training me for wifely duties before I was even eight years old.
“Learn how to act like you got some sense. Someday, you gone marry and all that mouth gone get you in trouble. At least you gone leave here knowing how to take care of home” Momma would say as she sat next to me with a watchful eye, making sure I folded up the whites as close to perfect as possible. My young life was intense and demanding, while my brothers were working and playing football.
And, my daddy was the type of man that didn’t even have to be told that there was no milk in the house. He analyzed; he surveyed. He always came in with what was needed.
So, you see my dilemma, don’t you? I’m thinking that men are just sent out into the world and told to provide but not in every way that matters. To me, provision is more than a financial thing. It is emotional, and psychological, and spiritual, and sure. I need a man who can provide answers, not necessarily to me, but to himself. I need you to mostly know what to do. You need me to know EVERYTHING? You ain’t ready!
It’s not judgment. That comes with a gavel, and condemnation. It is discernment; knowing what a thing should be, and seeing what it is, or what it’s not. And from what I can tell, there are more men who are not ready, but pretending to be, than there are men who are actually ready to the point of seeking out how to be a good, lasting, effective, loving, and sensitive husband. I keep having to hand out reminders, and say “No, don’t do that”, or asking questions like “Now, is that really the best way to handle that?”, sounding like a brother’s mother. I have to guide you like a mother!
And, that bothers me. You know?
So, I’m gonna pray on it, Son Son; see which way the Lord leads me. Maybe He’s leading me to walk alone.
Until our next cup;