Major Attributes a Godly Man Inherits

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Last night my husband and I ate at our favorite Mexican restaurant.

We chatted and laughed as the colorful decor listened to our conversation.

When we were done exploring each other’s day over tortilla chips and queso, we walked to the counter to pay our bill. As the waitress took our payment she asked if we were on a date. I said, “Yes, a married date.”

We walked through the doors, full of attentive affection and love.

Our attributes as a couple shined like the yellow chairs amidst the restaurant.

Godly attributes of a man should majorly impact his wife and others around him.

Those godly attributes should entail:

Love that is found within the gold seams of a bible that is read by a husband under a glistening lamp.
Leadership that is drafted into prayer with his family
Guidance that is architected into wise words with his wife and children
Protector of souls and warrior of hearts
Casting out a safety net for finances, provision, and trials
Disciple-like character that practices teaching, preaching, and friendship
Yoke-like help that assists in duties of the mind

A godly man cherishes his household and leads them like a shepherd towards the pen of peace.

He is gracefully firm when disciplining his children and graces his wife with value.

A Godly man besets the path that the family will travel, lightening the load of mental backpacks and clearing limbs of labor.

His attributes will lead his family with strength and glorify God. They will light upon his wife, family, and others around him.

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