This is a huge responsibility, this raising of boys.
We are raising the next generation of leaders
We are raising future husbands and fathers.
We are raising boys that will someday have a wife that they need to love, cherish, respect, and adore.
We are showing them, with our love, how to be a team.
How to talk to one another.
Do they see us respecting one another in our disagreements, in our struggles?
Do they see us pray when times get tough and the world is a mess around us?
Do they see us seek joy and praise Him even when we weep?
We are teaching them to treat women with respect, can you see boys, how your Daddy respects me?
How he still, after these almost 9 years of marriage, dates me, surprises me, adores me….
We are teaching them to treat girls, and women well.
In an age where girls flaunt themselves like pieces of property
and disrespect themselves by the clothes they wear,
the words they say and the actions they take…
How do we raise these boys to close their eyes to that, to refrain from that?
How do we teach them to resist those temptations, to stand firm and wait?
To keep themselves until that day they walk down the altar.
In an age where men have been asked to become less than,
how do we teach them to be bold leaders and take the charge and be strong and manly?
We pray, we pray a prayer of desperation….
Guard their hearts, their minds, their bodies.
Put your family first, your job is second.
God should be at the center.
You need to lead, don’t let others tell you different.
You were made to be the leader, don’t let this world strip you of your manhood and become something less than intended.
Do you see how we protect our family?
Do you see how we spend time with friends and family and do life with others?
Do you see how being a part of a community is important?
I know that you are not mine.
You are HIS and He has lent you to me, to us, expecting great things from your Daddy and I….
as we did not bring your into this world on a whim…but prayed and ached for you all.
Knowing the responsibility and seeing it before our eyes are two different things. Such a heavy load to bear.
So do it. Get dirty, be noisy.
Don’t sit still, don’t be quiet.
Be loud, make a mess, jump from high places, push the limits….be wild.
Be a boy.
My heart prays you turn out just like your Daddy.
The example he has set before you…follow it.
Do you know how blessed you are to have him as your example?
I breathe a little easier, knowing this.
My tender, over-protecting heart asks God,
“Why did you give me boys?”
These people that need to be let free…
These little ones who will soon let go of me, to cling to their Daddy more.
Oh, if I could only wrap you in my arms and protect you from it all…..
But then, you would not accomplish what He intends for you.
Those battles, those tests…they will make you stronger.
How to pray for that? To pray for hardship and trial so that you will see Him, and see what He has done for you.
That is a hard prayer….
We will not always do it the right way, we will fail you.
But He will not.
By: Krystle Bowen, 3 Little Men & a MommyLeave a Comment