“Please
can you help me with some water Sweetie?”
I
gladly replied “Okay Dad” and was on my way to the kitchen to get the water.
Knowing Dad’s love for juices, I figured I might as well get some fruit juice
from the fridge onto the kitchen sink in case I would be making a trip back for
it. I was about picking the tray when Mom walked in and teased me; “I think I
know the person responsible for that smile on your face”. She said this with a
mischievous look on her face. I giggled and gestured to remind her I was
carrying glassware. She suggested I hint Dad about his breakfast on the dining
table and take the fruit juice there as well. The dining table was on the way to
the kitchen so I paused to feel the warmth of the food flask and overheard him
replying a question I guess Dad had asked him. I found myself pausing to listen
in on the conversation. One thing among others that attracted me to him was his
wisdom.
It
seems Dad had asked him something about marriage because I overheard him
saying:
…It’s
instructive to me that he called her “bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh” I
understand that to mean Structure and Beauty.
A
man that has no structure or strategy for his life should not bother bringing a
woman on board; one cannot drive behind a parked car. This also says something
about the woman; she’s also got to have her structure which should be able to
fit into that of the man. There’s no submission without a mission.
Like
flesh on bones, the beauty and glory of a man’s life sits well on a good
structure. When the man is secure in who he is, he gives the woman space to
function in her place. If the woman has worked on herself, she has an identity
and will be a brand to reckon with. She won’t be looking for a “testimony”
while she is still a “prayer point”...and this goes both ways. Two are better
than one; the miracle of the marriage union is when both man and wife are
“whole” – two halves will still make a half in this equation…
Dad
laughed at his illustrations and hearing Dad's voice sort of reminded my hands
to feel the weight of the water I was sent to get. I went in to place the tray
near Dad and left almost immediately to my “listening spot” to hear more of
what he would say.
Just
about then, Mom came from the kitchen asking if I had told Dad of his
breakfast. Dad must have heard Mom asking me because they both stood up to
come over to the dining table.
I
made my way to the kitchen unknown to me that my girlish smile was more glaring
and Mom teased me the more...
Bayor
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