When I’m hurting my first instinct is to hide away and deal with it by myself. Well, if I’m being honest my first thought is why am I still not married so I have someone to carry this burden alongside me? I miss having someone who is near to me when the world starts to crumble at my feet. Someone I can call and they come no matter what when they hear the distress in my voice. Someone who’s arms, when they’re around me, act as a barrier between me and the harsh realities of the world.
But then I remember that I have all of that, not in a man, because God hasn’t sent him to me yet, but in the arms of the Creator Himself. He is there whenever the world starts to crumble. He is there to pick up the pieces and to set me on the road that will lead me to where I am supposed to be. Every circumstance, every heartache, has served to create in me the spirit of a warrior who fights a battle with the enemy every day and each battle teaches me how to better fight. We fight not with men, but with alongside God. He is always near. To draw near to God, you need but to take up the warrior’s stance, on your knees!
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SUSAN SHIPE says
Yes, Husband to the husband-less. Father to the orphan. He is a good, good Father.