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Rescue me? Not My Knight in Shining Armor.


Girls...this is just for us.

At times we long for a knight in shining armor to come along and take us away.   To protect and cover us.  To provide for and to love us.  Meeting our need of adventure and romance.  
Meeting our desire for being wanted.

This desire isn't because of... or show in any way that we are weak and needy.  In fact, if the truth be told we are tougher than nails.  Strong.  Resilient.  Enduring.  Persevering.  We can do it on our own if we want to.  
But I believe we were made to not want to. 

You don't believe me? Then why is it so much easier on a Saturday to just get stuff done when our husbands are not there but the energy that it takes to ask them (a few times) for help is frustrating & exhausting?

We do not want patronized or minimized.  Our desire.  Or mine anyway is to be treasured.  Appreciated.  Adored.  Treated as if I am the most important person in the world of my man.

Sometimes in times of stress I find myself feeling insecure and you'll find me seeking reassurance.  My "wanting" my husband to do something for me increases.  Usually I ask for things to be fixed around the house or talk about a new project.  
Sounds an awfully lot like work to him.  
But what I'm really saying is "pay attention to me and show me that you care. 
 Listen to my dreams." 

So when I see or hear single friends (or married for that matter) falling into the trap of feeling like they need to be rescued only to be found holding a bag of broken chivalry and pretend characterless pieces of manhood; 
I am sad.  

A real man or knight in shining armor for that matter, has to have character big enough and strong enough to carry all that armor!  A man who puts his woman and family before himself.  Who stands up, protects, carries and shields.  Who defends.  Leads.  Loves.  Who is noble, loyal and honorable.  
Who loves me enough to not rescue me but is
 quick to lift me up and walk by my side.

Be careful ladies not to long for rescue or you might find yourself with a vulture pecking at pieces of you instead of the shining knight of your longings. 






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