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.
Christmas day was great. I didn't go to bed until the wee hours again and needless to say I was wrapping gifts at 4:30 that morning as the children rose ready to open their presents. It probably would be useless to most to continue wrapping when everyone would open them minutes after but I did so anyway. I like to do it and wrapping gifts is as much a part of the Christmas festivities as decorating the tree. And just as Christmas day was fun so was the day after. We followed up Christmas dinner with a fish fry and a game of spades. It was great and me and my partner won the game. We had great time laughing and kidding with each other. We listened to music and sang along. Nothing like those oldies but goodies. We all took part from the oldest to the youngest adding our voices to the music. To outsiders it may have seemed like no big deal but to me it was as much a part of loving each others as was the gift giving. I sat back and thought that's what ...
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