My new blog space shall be different.
It shall no longer be use as a tool for people to validate me.
Its a journal of sorts living in this century growing up in a father fiction world.
Its an open letter to my Real Father.
Moustache. Coming heads on with the crisis of manhood, of masculinity in my life. I hate to admit, I am 28 years old and I still need a father. I hate talking about father issues as it makes me feel weak. As I re-write the story of my life, my hope is that the gaping hole in my soul in the shape of a father will no longer be there. Having to realise the promise in the bible that He is a father to the fatherless, I shall pull the rotted beams out from my foundation and replacing them with something I can build a life on.
It shall no longer be use as a tool for people to validate me.
Its a journal of sorts living in this century growing up in a father fiction world.
Its an open letter to my Real Father.
Moustache. Coming heads on with the crisis of manhood, of masculinity in my life. I hate to admit, I am 28 years old and I still need a father. I hate talking about father issues as it makes me feel weak. As I re-write the story of my life, my hope is that the gaping hole in my soul in the shape of a father will no longer be there. Having to realise the promise in the bible that He is a father to the fatherless, I shall pull the rotted beams out from my foundation and replacing them with something I can build a life on.
What it means to me to own a moustache. To recover my masculine heart, defined in the image of a passionate God.
Daddy, I invite you to wrap your lips around mine to speak no longer as an orphan child and rediscover my relationship with You.
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