After writing the first two posts in my CALLING. ALL. MEN. series, I was approached by a writer/editor of a blog called Third Option Men. The blog is a call to Christian men to step up and into their identities as Men of God as God, himself intended them.
You can check out the blog here: http://www.thirdoptionmen.org/
He invited me to be the first ever female voice/writer to post on their blog of more than 400 articles. It was absolutely humbling to be invited into this, and so of course I accepted. He asked me to write a “Call to all Men” from a Christian woman’s perspective about what we desire in our Christian men. I began praying and this is what the Holy Spirit and I (more Him than me) came up with. ENJOY.
I remember the day when the Lord God brought me to you for the first time. When I caught sight of you, my heart jumped and began racing in a way that made it hard to catch my breath. Inwardly, I breathed out a prayer, “Really Lord?! He is simply a sensational creation!”
Warm awareness coursed through me in that moment like a rushing tidal wave charging the seashore. My senses were live wires excited by your embrace, your voice, the touch of your hand. We were made for each other: you, my strong tower, my protector, my provider; me, your helper, your life-line, your bride.
Adam, I charged ahead of you that fateful day in the garden; I realize this now. Your love was simple and good. It filled the longing in my heart. I was never left wanting, but that day I was deceived. I was tricked into believing that God was holding out on me- that you were too. And so I grasped for control and took it. I ate that fruit. It was so tempting and good. I manipulated the command of the Lord, justified my disobedience, and asked you to join me in my sin. And your love for me, Adam, was so true, to the very end. You chose to follow me into disobedience rather than choose what was better for you, your love for God. Silently you followed me . . .
And Adam, my Adam, I am writing you to confess, that I have resented you for it ever since.
Your words cut me so deep that day when God asked if you had eaten from that tree. You said, “‘That woman’ you gave me as a companion, she gave me fruit from the tree and I ate it.” In that moment, you were no longer my defender nor strong tower. You exposed me; left me alone to fend for myself. From that moment forward, I resolved in my heart to be my own keeper. I would control my destiny. I would not count on you, nor would I step out in vulnerability to be your “ezer- kenegdo”; your lifesaver, any longer.
I thought this was a better way, but we have existed under this new order for years, and something within my heart has died. I see it in you too. The Lord God was right- we have eaten and we have died. We are only ghosts of who we used to be; of who we were created to be.
But Adam, even still, I see you and I know you. Within your heart I see the man of the garden; my Champion, Fighter, Provider, my Lover. In you I see the man of the garden who walked in the cool of the day with Creator God, navigated the Euphrates, wrestled with the lion, scaled the rock face, tamed the eagle, and harnessed all of his masculine strength to intimately, yet powerfully become one with me.
Forgive me, once and for all through our Lord Jesus, our Creator. I relinquish the control I took from you that day. I lay it at your feet; the feet of the man from the garden. Become one with me once again as we fight our way back towards right relationship with God. It will be treacherous, but I know deep inside you long for the battle- you were made for it. Our path is perilous; our enemy, murderous. But God and all of creation are cheering us on! Fight for me once again my love, fight for our children, and their children. Lead us back to life with our Creator. I will come behind you and lift you up; you, my defender, my champion and I, your helper, your bride.
All my love,
Eve.
