A Father who makes God tangible

How can you love someone so dangerous? someone who could kill you in a span of a moment not because they want to but because they are made to? How could someone like this love another? Just watched Twilight, the intensity and depth of loving someone so deeply and finding that for all the time you thought you were in love they were reckless with your heart. Said they were faithful and true and one day it is all lies. How could you love someone who said the same things to you to four other people? It is better to love someone who tells you they have had one hundred partners than someone who says they have never had one and find out later that all they said were lies. Lies eat the heart out, they create huge holes of distrust and resentment, it is no wonder that Solomon said he who lies hates those he lies to.A friend has forgiven her husband for all that he did, the lies and the cheating but the pain stays on, it comes in flashes triggered by small things. Mail came in today to another,it angered her, she was disgusted as she looked at it and pondered on tearing it apart.what seemed like a kind gesture from a lover miles away triggered off thoughts of how many more postcards he may have sent to others. she called a friend, the friend said that she would have to cast off those thoughts and try to be positive, live her own life and take care of herself. But how could she live her own life when her life was so intertwined with this dangerous and unsafe man? love is simply the way we treat other people, we make it complex, think it is the way someone makes you feel and shiver with passion; but that anyone attractive to the eye can make happen. Love is a commitment to keep my word to you no matter what and when I am not able to keep it that I can come to you and say am sorry but am willing to make amends. Love does not go on hurting you even when you know how much it pains and tears me apart. No that is not love. he said, 'when I hurt you don't just close up.' What? he does it all the time, what does he expect me to do? to hug him everytime he hurts me and say 'oh please do it again, I love you.' I know why you do it. How can someone be so cruel. In Twilight Edward Collins is dangerous but safe, because he learned to master himself, to develop some kind of self control. In The Chronicles of Narnia, Aslan was dangerous but safe because He knew he had an agenda to make things dangerous. When I watched Twilight I longed for a man like Edward, a man who would be honest with me yet want me to be safe, a man who would do his best to keep me away from danger, away from people he knew so well were just like him and knew what they would do. King Arthur and the Knights are the kind of men that every woman would want to have, men who know the value of lives, men who know that to protect is to love, men who would give their very lives for something. No one wants a man who cant control himself, a man who is selfish and lives life to satisfy his own needs. Sad to say those are the kind of men that are abundant today -Saxon men re modified. A man honest about his weakness is a strong man, a man working at his weakness is even stronger. This may sound bitter, yet this is what is all around me, a number of my friends today are going through men problems after giving all they had and being treated like trash. I have read about and seen some wonderful men who have given all for the sake of their families, I applaud my father, for he is the one man I know that keeps me hoping that there are still good men out there. My father is nothing special, it is not as if he was cut from some special tree and made to live, but he has purposed to make his life worth while for the sake of the lives that he brought to this world. My father will eat after we have eaten or made sure there is enough for us first, in a world where men usually have their meal before anyone else does. My father went with one pair shoes for years while we were going to school to make sure we had shoes and clothing, he had no new shirts or trousers for years yet we were clothed. My mother tells a story of how she had saved up some money and she could not stand seeing my father a government official going to work with tears on his collar all because we had to be dressed and schooled, so she took him to the town and bought some new clothes. My father is my hero, people say I blow for him a lot yet it is I and my siblings who know too well that a good man is one that puts his family first and keeps his commitments no matter what the temptations.Now that am writing again, this is all for my father who keeps me going even though he is miles away, a man who cares to text me and call me to check on me, a man who prays for me when we talk on phone ,a man am so proud to carry his blood in my veins. I am confident that I have good blood because my father has made my life worth the living, for me he makes God tangible. Is that not why God created families that we would experience heaven on earth.