|Giving thanks for some men that have made a difference in my life,
past and present.
I have been considering how grateful I am for the men that God has allowed to be a blessing in some way in my life. So often, we as woman enjoy the company of other women and that is good and as it should be; however we all are greatly impacted and influenced by men who touch our lives. I am thankful today for the “Few Good Men” God has given me to challenge, inspire and lead in my life and want to dedicate this post to them!
I was always a tomboy. I always loved hanging out with the boys more than the girls and this was great until puberty. I remember the day I went to play neighborhood touch football…6th grade. The boys seemed different and mischievous. We were growing up. I started receiving a few “tackles” when I was not receiving the ball. Not to mention it was “touch” football. It was so sad, although we laughed, it was as if we all knew we were growing and changing and somehow the boys would be boys and I was now not going to be on the inside anymore. I sullenly found the only girl in my neighborhood to hang with…I hated it. I wanted to run with the boys, but they were onto other things and acting a little more secretive…as if all of a sudden over the Summer we had developed different languages. We had. We understood. No more would I get to be one of them. They knew it, I knew it. It made me a little mad…at them, at God, at life.
Time went on. I grew up. Kinda. I found my way back into the boys club. It was mostly good. Competitive Bodybuilding and Powerlifting leads you to places where there is clashing of metal, grunting and loud groans of pain. I loved it! The guys I trained with treated me like a sister in the club because I was willing to endure it all. I earned their respect because I was able to do well in these realms. Yet at the same time, I could not deny, I was a woman, now. Sometimes that meant I would interject my input. Sometimes I would correct them, or they would correct themselves as not to offend. Sometimes they preferred I was not around. They were unguarded and relaxed, yet aware. The prevailing attitude seemed to be, we accept you, but you are still not one of “us”. Real men always remain sensitive to the presence of a woman. Even if we do get ourselves into their clubs. It’s in their God given make-up. Even if we want to believe otherwise. But the time was valuable to me in helping me understand and gain insight into men, women, and myself…the differences between us and the similarities we share- as well as accept God’s plans and design for my life.
1. Dakota over at A Look at Life from a Deerstand
2. Ben at Life (General and Specific)
3. Stephen P. Porter at Manifest Blog
Today I give thanks for the men who have shaped my views both from near and faraway, both personally and professionally, by their lives, examples, gifts and talents. May God continue to bless, protect and lead each one them.
|Dave, my Powerlifting Coach and his lovely wife|
|Me and the boys! Some of the traing crew from my Gym Rat days.
Here at the last Powerlifting meet I attended.