I’m searching the world for a man, a real man. I have searched high and low, but he seems to be impossible to find…
Where is the man that can be his wife’s best friend, and her compassionate mate and leader, all at the same time…a man that looks at his woman with humility, who is a team player, who is faithful to his wife, and does not look at every woman with lust in his heart…..
He loves his children, plays with them, and teaches them about life, about honesty and right and wrong. He talks to them as he tucks them in at night… his kids adore him and have no fear for him in their eyes. Only love and adoration. They run into his arms when he comes home from a long day at work, and he takes time to talk to them about their day. He shoots hoops with his son, and lay on a blanket in the sun while he listens to his daughter’s dreams.
He is not afraid to roll up his sleeves, get his hands dirty, his skin sweating from the hard work that is necessary to accomplish. He accepts his wife’s family and treats them like they were his own. He keeps up the family’s home with repairs and paint, and praises his wife for making such an effort to cook him such a good meal.
He treats his woman with respect, he considers what she has to say, and he brings her flowers for no other reason than that he loves her. He is patient, makes her laugh, plays with her, leads her way, shows responsibility, respect, he provides for his family and he never command his family around. He is the head of the household, but not a dictator. He is on a mission; to make the woman he chose the happiest woman in the world.
He holds her like she is made of porcelain, like she might break if he treats her rough, like she is a flower ready to bloom, but his arms are still strong enough to protect her from any danger that could harm her from the outside. He is gentle, but he can fight for his family like a tiger. Always seeking what is best for them.
Where is this man that will turn off the football game and give his wife or children full attention when someone is hurting, the one that will do anything to save his marriage, the one who thinks his wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, and will never do anything to deliberately hurt her….
He bows down before his God…. He realizes that without Him, he would have nothing, and he would be nothing. He knows that every day is a gift from God, and he appreciate all the good he has, instead of complaining about what he does not have. He is on his knees, day and night for his family, for people’s souls, and for his own short comings.
I have been searching for this man high and low, but what I have found is a man that does not take any time with his children. He does not know who they are, what they feel, what their dreams are, and what they want in their lives.
His woman is his house keeper and his cook. The one he blames for everything that goes wrong. He criticize her every move, yells out in anger, frightens his small children as he forces his will and his ways in a harsh voice. He disapproves of his wife’s friends and family, and denies her time with her own friends.
He hangs pictures of half naked women in his garage, he peeks into pornographic websites, he flirts with other women and takes his wife for granted. He complains about the food she cooks, complains about her looks, criticize the way she behave, and nag about her habits. He expects to be adored; after all, he has the hardest job…. (or does he….?...)
He gets angry at his family, calls them names, demands his ways, he takes, instead of giving. He put himself on a throne, and never will he serve. He breaks spirits down instead of building them up – he pushes his family away instead of bringing them close.
I see the man that hits his wife, hits his children when his hands are made for love, for work, for gentle touch of a baby.
He is broken. Defeated. And drunk.
He does not want to work, does not care enough to support his crying wife and hungry children. Instead, he spends the money for his own pleasures, and does not understand when his children go astray. His daughter is a runaway pregnant at 15, and his son roams the streets with the gangs and the crooks. Lazily he demands that his wife brings him another beer, with no thought of tomorrow.
When life turns difficult, he turns his back on his family, leaves his children to let them grow up fatherless. He finds a younger woman, more attractive, more beautiful. He does not call, he does not send money, but leaves the children in her hands to deal with. Alone.
Where is the man that can stand up for truth, defend his family and pray for them daily… A man that can stand up for his choices, live what he believes, be the same man at home as he is at work, in church, among friends…
Where is the love that God has given us, the love that is patient and kind, the love that never fails.? Jesus said: -Love your wife as He loves the church, and died for her…..
So many men out there, and so much time, and
I can not find the man that God intended man to be…. How much longer do I have to search…..Is there anyone out there that can be called….a real man?
This is dedicated to the real men left in the world.
Thank you for making a difference.
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