We Don't Live In The Garden. We

Every Boy, In His Journey To Become A Man, Takes An Arrow In The Center Of His Heart, In The Place Of His Strength. Because The Wound Is Rarely Discussed And Even More Rarely Healed, Every Man Carries A Wound. And The Wound Is Nearly Always Given By His Father.

A Man Needs A Much Bigger Orbit Than A Woman. He Needs A Mission, A Life Purpose, And He Needs To Know His Name. Only Then Is He Fit For A Woman, For Only Then Does He Have Something To Invite Her Into.

Truth Be Told, Most Of Us Are Faking Our Way Through Life. We Pick Only Those Battles We Are Sure To Win, Only Those Adventures We Are Sure To Handle, Only Those Beauties We Are Sure To Rescue.

We Have No Idea Who We Really Are. Whatever Glory Bestowed, Whatever Glory Is Being Restored, We Thought The Whole Christian Thing Was About... Something Else. Trying Not To Sin. Going To Church. Being Nice. Jesus Says It Is About Healing Your Heart, Setting It Free, Restoring Your Glory. A Religious Fog Has Tried To Veil All That, Put Us Under Some Sort Of Spell Or Amnesia, To Keeup Us From Coming Alive.

Instead Of Asking, 'what Should A Woman Do—what Is Her Role?' It Would Be Far More Helpful To Ask, 'what Is A Woman—what Is Her Design?' And, 'why Did God Place Woman In Our Midst?