I need men.
I don't necessarily need a husband, although if I am being honest with myself there are some parts of me that I will never know if I never know that bond.
I don't necessarily need a husband, although if I am being honest with myself there are some parts of me that I will never know if I never know that bond.
I find that when it come down to it, I don't WANT men. Men, by being men, show me my deficiencies. I don't want to have needs that I cannot fulfill in my own strength. I don't want a partner; I want to do it myself. I don't want to allow myself to depend on someone. I don't want to admit that I'm not strong enough, that I didn't think about it that way, that I am not that brave, or that I am decidedly limited by only having one gender.
But that's exactly what I need. Am I the only one who feels as though the mere presence of men makes it a little easier to breathe? Men being men frees me to be a woman. And in being a woman, I feel free.
I need men as fathers. I need men as brothers. I need men as sons. I need men as protectors. I need men to lighten me up. I need their depth, their humor, their playfulness, their way of looking at problems and their firm grip. I need men.
I don't love to admit this. I don't love to accept that, as only half of a whole, I am entirely dependent on the existence and the success of the other.
But the way my heart instantly rests when getting a daddy hug, even from a father who isn't mine? The way a compliment from my brother will embolden me in a way it never could coming from a sister? The deep exhale that I can feel into the depths of my soul when a man rises up and fights for me even though I could have taken care of it myself, or when a man takes the initiative or steps up to lead me (or a group). That exhale that can melt away the stress of a week in a quick moment. The way I feel feminine against the contrast of their manliness even when all the girls around me have much more mastery of their graces?
These truths, and an abundance of others, prove to me that I need men.
Men, I need you.
I don't love to admit this. I don't love to accept that, as only half of a whole, I am entirely dependent on the existence and the success of the other.
But the way my heart instantly rests when getting a daddy hug, even from a father who isn't mine? The way a compliment from my brother will embolden me in a way it never could coming from a sister? The deep exhale that I can feel into the depths of my soul when a man rises up and fights for me even though I could have taken care of it myself, or when a man takes the initiative or steps up to lead me (or a group). That exhale that can melt away the stress of a week in a quick moment. The way I feel feminine against the contrast of their manliness even when all the girls around me have much more mastery of their graces?
These truths, and an abundance of others, prove to me that I need men.
Men, I need you.
Not for money or muscles or anything else that you can do for me, and not in desperation or neediness, but because female isn't the whole picture. I need you because of who you are, who you cause me to be, and the picture of my Heavenly Father which I can only see THROUGH you.
I just wanted to affirm men, today. Your role in the world is invaluable, and no matter how competent and intelligent and independent women are (and should be), the need for men can never disappear.
I just wanted to affirm men, today. Your role in the world is invaluable, and no matter how competent and intelligent and independent women are (and should be), the need for men can never disappear.