Good Men Are Like Dust.

This article started some months back, while thinking about the state of relationships. I was thinking about the relationship stories shared with me, the relationships of my past, and the relationship I've spoken to God about (the greatest love story ever told).

I was thinking of all the ways it was relayed to me that when it comes to relationships, women are the problem. And by extension, because I am a woman, I am the problem.

I have been told over and over again that women are hard to please. But...have I ever met a pleased man? Maybe. Older men I think. I've heard some men complain that women nowadays are too independent. But then those same men complain that women want to depend on them too much. Maybe, just maybe (I know this is a crazy idea lol) but maybe men should be the men the women can depend on, and see what happens?

Then again, some men have decided that they will only offer some women struggle soup. With a side of trauma and additional bills as a result of children made, left and forgotten to be raised by independent women.

(Pause to ponder: Maybe we all have had children to prove our parents wrong or to correct what they didn’t do right)

And when some of those women ask for a little more than the dust they received, they are told that they are asking for too much.?

Poetry pause:

“Mission Mother Mogul multiplies mediocre men?

Manufactured monthly mayhem,

man-made matrix murders mothers’ mentals,

Makes maniac.

moving more money means more material measure,

Meanwhile, meager millions minimize?

Maternal Magic moving mountains many miss

Manna memory:

Masterful Majestic Merciful Maker mentions mellow moods, meditation, morning music,?

mushroom medicine melts matrix

Mines minds

Moulds matter?

Manners matter

Makes man…kind,

Mmmmmmmmmmm….”

This took a turn. I know. That's how my mind works.

But going back to what I said about dust, scratch that. It doesn't make sense. Because...the more I think about it, dust is...GLORIOUS. What is more than dust? Think about it.

According to the Bible, dust made man.

“And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden, and there He put the man whom He had formed.”

Genesis 2:7-8

Dust is A WHOLE LOT. So please Lord, let us see man the same way You saw the same dust You made man with, as HONOURABLE.

I like to think that all the men walking around here have been made with dust, and formed by God's hands. The missing piece is God’s breath. God’s breath…God’s words? “Let there be…?”

God's word works.

Scientists predict that the Dead Sea will dry up in 35 years. It’s 2024 and now I want to live long enough to tell scientists that God always has a say. Just like some men predicted that “a woman like me” won’t…(I shall not repeat those words.)

But I’d like them to live long enough to know that God always has a say. To know that God's word works. To see that God is always working, even for those who, in their opinion, don’t deserve it.

I love you like dust. Let God breathe in to you today. Let Him form you with His hands. Then let Him put you in a Garden. That's where you'll meet your wife. That's on scripture.

From dust to dust, glory to glory.