Through staying in hostels and experiencing a small amount of night life in Guatemala; I’ve met a lot of old boys. I now know this boyhood culture is not only in the United States. Manhood doesn’t come with an age, and likewise; boyhood doesn’t end at an age. As I make strides towards becoming a man, I see why boys never reach manhood, and it’s because there is nothing easy about it. It wasn’t easy to break a porn addiction. It wasn’t easy to let go of my plans and trust God with each step. It isn’t easy putting all the needs of people around me first. It will never be easy to silence my flesh, and the list goes on, which is why there’s so few real men.
On Thursdays I go with the women on team Selah to their ministry site and spend the day with them. This week we got to visit with Danny, and spend time with several little boys from the town. My Spanish is bad, but I got to connect with several of them lifting them up, swinging them around and just listening to them. It breaks my heart to know that, for many of them, I am the only adult male that loved on them or even gave them attention this week. It is so hard to know what a man looks like without a father to model it correctly.
In result to this, I am beginning to realize how tremendously blessed I am to have been raised by a Man. ( Yes this one is for you Big B ). My father always put God, his Wife and family above himself. He does the “hard” things everyday and he lives above his feelings always. He is quick to listen, slow to speak. He’s always quick to apologize, or to forgive. I could write of all the areas my dad has been so amazing in for paragraphs, but I’m conducting on a low battery, with no outlet in sight. So, Big B, thank you so much for being the best man I’ve ever known. I only hope to grow into half the man you are (but with better hair of course)!
Thank you so much for all of your prayer and support. God is doing so much in Guatemala today!
Love, B
