Wrestling With Yourself
About four months before my daughter was born, 6 and half years ago, I had dream. At the time, we were unsure if we were having a boy or girl. We wanted it to be a surprise. I felt it was girl, most felt like it was boy, but on this night, I drifted off with many different worries about being Dad. Probably the same worries most men have about fatherhood. Will I be good? Will I be present? What if I can’t handle it? Oh my goodness… Endless questions. So as I slept, I went a girl named Julia, and she took me through an adventure. All of which led me to being a king. Which taught me that I could be a good father and that I was worthy as well. When I woke up, I wrote this dream out. Writing in the style of poetry is freeing and alive. It connects me to my heart. I recently read the poem live on the radio and wanted to share it with you. Have blessed day!!
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