Mighty Man of Valor

My husband and I have a running joke that we each get “hit on” about once every 5-10 years, and even then, “the hit” is by someone who is either inebriated or just REALLY scary! Well, today was my day…my official “come on” from the opposite sex happened, and I was driving down the road in a golf cart with my two boys! LOL. If that wasn’t funny enough, the guy was standing on the side of the road pointing at me, then giving the universal sign for “call me.” It was so comical, I almost busted out laughing as we drove by him. However, what happen next, brought pride to my heart and tears to my eyes. We drove on, and my 12 year old son said, “Mom, if I find that guy, I’m gonna kill him.” We pulled into the Dollar General, as I said, “No, son, there’s no need to kill him. If a man’s gonna hit on a woman over 40 with her two kids on board, he’s gotta be incredibly desperate! But I do thank you for the honor.” We parked, and I started toward the door; however, when I turned to make sure both boys were with me, I realized my oldest child had walked the other way, crossed the side street, and was looking down the highway, looking for that man. I proceeded to call for him to come back and join me, but his valiant gesture, at protecting my honor, still makes me teary-eyed as I write this tonight.
He may be young, and as he’s growing into a teenager, we may have days when we struggle in our child-to-adult relationship, one which is quickly evolving into the much needed adult-to-adult relationship, but he is still a mighty man of valor. He has a code of honor to which he believes every man should uphold, and if that man does not, he is appalled and demands to know why! He believes in God, family and country (in that order), and can’t imagine why someone wouldn’t. He aspires for great things in life, and believes he will achieve them, as well, he trusts anyone can reach their dreams if they will but try. He may be young, but his heart is valiant. I am so proud to call him my son, and I pray there will rise a generation just like him.

You See Me

I stumble through the daily routines

Striving to make ends meet

Struggling to make the difference

I feel as if no one sees

Yet You see me


I walk down the streets in silence

The cars race on frantically

The people hurry from here to there

I feel as if no one cares

Yet You care for me


I come into the sanctuary

The music is a peaceful melody

The light from stained glass glows

I feel as if no one hears

Yet You hear me


I step into Your Holy Place

The air is thick with Your presence

The floor is worn from the tears

I feel as if no one knows

Yet You know me


You know the very depths of me

You know my rising and my falling

You hear my cries and my shout

You hear y faith and my doubt

You care for my pain and my joy

You care for my past and my tomorrow

You see my tears and my smile

You see my awe and my wonder


It was never that You didn’t see me;

it was always that I couldn’t see You.

It was never that You didn’t care for me;

it was always that I was unaware of You.

It was never that You didn’t hear me;

it was always that I couldn’t hear You.

It was never that You didn’t know me;

it was always that I had no knowledge of You.


penned 8/7/04 – MG