Jesus Beard Hug
Last night Doug and I were sitting beside each other with our arms around each other's shoulders. I slouched down the couch a bit and he rubbed my beard with his arm. I grieved that Dad didn’t help me to own my masculinity and feel that I was man enough. It wasn't that Doug was giving me any of his masculinity, it was more that I became aware that I did have a beard (a uniquely masculine attribute) and I was affirmed and reminded that I already had it.
Then I felt that Jesus was holding my face and saying “I love you. You are man enough. You’re my brother.”
I had a boner because I’ve longed for that my whole life SO much with every cell in my body!
Then Jesus hugged me and I felt his beard against my beard, and realised I’m the same as him - we're both men. I cried some more.
All of this was sitting in my car outside the gym!
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