Our son-in-law to be, Clayton, came over the other night. He's been over periodically during Taylor's sojourn in Africa for a meal or just a quiet evening chat. He seemed pretty bummed on this particular evening and shared with us his struggle. Taylor has been sick for the past few weeks and is struggling with her attitude and in her spirit. True to his "wild at heart" maleness, Clayton wants to fix it for her. He wants to save his damsel in distress. But, she's on the other side of the world.
God gave men the heart of warriors. We want to act, to protect, to save. But, women don't always need a warrior to break the door down and carry them off. Wendy explained to Clayton that while women do like to be rescued from time to time, sometimes, women need men to just to be present, to calm them with love. I see such a great description of this dichotomy in the description of God Zephaniah gave us. While He is mighty to save, he chooses to calm with his love and presence. No fixing, no showboat rescue, and no muscle rippling bravado. Just be present.
I feel for Clayton. I'm twenty years further down life's road and I'm still trying to figure out when I'm supposed to fix it and when I'm supposed to just be present. Therein lies life's mystery and, with it, life's adventure.