Grown Men Cry (well at least I do)

I find it to be incredible what God does in a persons life. How many paths, turns, and outcomes that there can truly be. I got teary eyed a couple times in the last week. Maybe I am just a big baby and dont know how to express sadness in any other way or maybe I am normal. Last week it was cuz I had to face the truth of not being able to support a close brother. I had to make that dreaded call and tell him that I wasnt going to be able to make it to his wedding. (why the hell am I in Nebraska) Ahh…that frustrates me sometimes but i know that God is doing crazy cool things. Second time was this morning. I was reading a buddy\’s blog and it was about what i will be remembered by. I commented then proceeded to my blog and noticed I had a comment. I dont know if it was timing or what but for a split second i had the feeling of worth again. Not just the approval of man but that exact reflection of Christ and how he feels about me. I spent way to long away.

Luke 15:11-32

11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(A)\”>12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(B)\”>So he divided his property <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(C)\”>between them.
13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(D)\”>in wild living. 14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs.<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(E)\”>16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(F)\”>against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

As I wrote the top part of this bog I realized that my story and actions mimicked a very familiar story in the bible. Often times over used but I think this is my first time so I am good. Reading this over and over what sticks out the most is that I did this. I took what I thought was mine and continued on this path of what I thought would fill this gaping hole of dissatisfaction. People say that the first year of marriage is the hardest, well I was rocked. I don\’t know about my wife but I got my ass kicked spiritually. I thought like this arrogant kid that i could handle myself. Sadly mistaken. 


First, I ran away. Tried to fulfill selfish desires and my own wants and needs while making everyone else around me feel like i was looking out for them. Especially my wife. I need to start putting other things way ahead of my wife. I need to stop serving myself and thinking that I deserve. Secondly, I am pretty sure these grown men were crying. It says they were filled with compassion, but i am pretty sure that it should have said balling with tears. I am overwhelmed with emotion. I am ready to fight again. I am ready to hit back. I have the streets mentality. I am worth it, welcomed home, and i know that more clearly now.Thanks CG.

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