The Alpha Male type.
The James Bond type.
The Chuck Norris type.
The Clint Eastwood type.
I used to be married to him, a man's man that is.
The super strong, can do anything kind of man.
The strong silent type.
The hard shell that deflects fiery darts.
The protector, the pleaser and the pumpkin eater.
Ok, not the pumpkin eater, it just rhymed!
But, guess what.
My man's man has changed over the years.
He still is my super strong can do anything kind of man, but is much better after a season of redemptive rest.
Being ever dependent on prayer the strong silent type becomes vocal about what God is doing through him and in him, not just for him.
He removes easily the hard shell to expose wrinkles that are still being ironed out, having the wisdom to not go it alone.
Dwelling in the shelter of the most high provides the rest, refuge and protection for daily living.
Learning years ago how to be a promise keeper, not just a promise maker has transformed my man's man, into God's man.
I'm still married to that man's man, almost 30 years now.
We've been given an extraordinary love story that I can never get enough of.
Man's man, God's man, my man.
