I spent most of this weekend hanging out with groups of girls, with myself being the only guy in the group. It wasn’t exactly my plan, but that is how it turned out—actually I didn’t have a plan this weekend, so the fact that I hung out with anyone was very nice. It was not awkward, except for the fact that in my previous blog I was a challenging my masculinity, but I didn’t let that get to me. And yes, I did end up seeing a chick flick, which I did enjoy.
I am pretty certain if I ever get married and have kids that all my children will be girls—it’s just a hunch that I have. I am pretty sure that I will have that genetic defect.
So today I saw Mara get baptized. Her dad took a really long time giving her encouragement and loving her before she was dunked; I wish he took even more time. And I hope that his speech does not get shortened when it is played at Plunge tonight. The reason is that I have met a countless number of girls who have been mistreated by their fathers. To see what I saw this morning was simply incredible. Everyone deserves what Mara has.
Here’s a song:
Many times a day I think of you
And how our family’s grown in just these last few years
What a feeling
And I marvel looking at you
You’re a mama
I’m a papa
And as I ponder what we’ll pass along
The only family fortune is our God
What a longing
To see our children behold Him
Like their mama
Like their papa
For some reason now I’m caused to think of Him
Jesus weeping for Jerusalem
What a longing
To gather under His wings
Like a mama
Like a papa
–Steve Bell
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