A woman loves because it’s in her to love. That’s the most genuine way. Which is why submission has never been about being powerless or giving up control of your life, using marriage as an example; rather it is more about the spirit and behavior, and yes sacrifice with which you honor the person whom you love. For the woman’s womb must still be strong enough to hold greatness, bring forth life, birth dreams and yet still have the power to raise some of the greatest, most astonishing, and powerful people that ever impacted the human experience. And even, in absence of childbirth the woman is still held responsible by the almighty one to create and use the life to which she has been given to innovate, it is the very reason why the surrogate has as much maternal instinct as the biological. It is through looking at women that we realize the sovereignty, mastermind, and total expression of who the almighty creator really is. It is through that understanding that she is really able to serve as help to her mate and the roles for which she has been titled as wife, daughter, sister, friend, and lover. Show me a woman who has given up her role and I’ll show you a woman who is both powerless and unable to submit because she lacks understanding about who she is. For a man’s authority and influence is both strengthened by a woman who knows her purpose in the singular and in helping him.
As I stated yesterday I went for a walk and enjoyable it was. It was windy and I loved it. 70 degrees and a breeze didn't make for a bad time outdoors at all. Needless to say it brought yesterday's earlier agitation (read totally perturbed) to a simmer and provided an interesting perspective. I relished the blowing air and thought about my time in college. It was great and I got through it with out too much drama or incident (with the exception of a few memorables, which is for another day another post). That being said, I didn't drink, smoke or experiment with drugs. I don't say that as some type of badge of honor because that's not the case at all. But it was apparent, that somewhere along the way I truly believed what my grandparents told me growing up about character, honor, and integrity. However, the older I get I've grown wary or maybe even cynical at what maybe appears to be watered-down standards we've immersed ourselves in society. Notice I say ...
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