A LETTER TO MY BELOVED BABY BROTHER

This post is a birthday message I wrote and published on Facebook for my younger brother on his birthday. I taught it would be nice to share it here with you guys. So, happy reading ! 🙂

 

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Yeah Yeah! You seing right.That’s my model of a baby brother

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Mon grand petit frère! Bon, C’est vrai que maintenant tu n’es plus tout à fait petit *😄:).
So, today, according to the laws of every country in the world (I think), you have become a man 👏👆. You could… get married… start your own family… sign anything you want without parental permission… in brief, you are an adult.
Dear baby brother, as the curtain is being drawn on this special day of yours, I however take it upon myself to remind you that being a man, a real one, has little, if anything at all to do with age. 🙂
So, who is a real man? Eeerm… I’ll share with you the little I know so far.
That man, is a man who knows and fears God.
He loves his Maker and strives daily to keep a real relationship with him.
He studies to show himself approved, for he knows that the duty of priesthood and teacher to his future wife and kids , falls on him.
He is courageous. Courageous to defy the clichés and standards set by society as to what a man should be like, talk like or act like. He knows that God’s standards are the only ones that truly matter.
He refuses to be put in a box and be like everyone else.
He already knows what he’s gonna be teaching his kids tomorrow when it comes to gender issues: he won’t be that guy who didn’t show them that women are of as much value as men, that they are not in any way inferior, but being too precious, God needed someone to oversee His masterpiece jewel, so the duty fell on man. 😉
Mr real man, is that guy who will teach them that being a gentleman and opening doors for ladies, is not old fashion at all, and that neither is setting a proper date and picking them up at their door step and dropping them off afterwards, nor are kindness and self-control synonyms of weakness.
That guy who doesn’t feel threatened by a woman’s success, who will treat their mother with all the love and utmost respect and be her biggest fan because he knows those little pairs of eyes are watching him even from their first day in this world.
He understands that his kids will actually learn more from what he does than what he simply says but doesn’t practice.
He will share with them, his passion for discovering destiny and embracing purposeful living, for he knows that when it is all said and done, only that will matter when they stand before the KING.
In his acts, they’ll learn that a woman is far more than her body, that sex is sacred and that true love waits.
HE WILL ALSO TEACH THEM, THAT A REAL MAN, IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO BE A MAN WITHOUT PREVENTING A WOMAN FROM BEING A WOMAN.
Ok, j’ai beacoup parler 😁😄. I’ll stop here.
I pray that this speech of mine, remains imbibed in your mind forever, for God knows the wahala* I had to go through to write it, lol (phone wahalas* ooh). You are worth all the wahalas anyway.
I love you pleeenty 😍😍😘😘😘😘💓💕💞💞 precious baby bro. HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎊🎈🎉🎊
Here is a little prayer for you. ;)🙏

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Amen. 
PS: Mr Real. Man is the guy leaning against the wall in this picture. 

 😂👇

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Of course, he won’t be mr Real Man if he wasn’t saying what he is. 😉

  

*My big little brother! Okay, it’s true that  you’re no longer that little

*Wahala (s): problem(s)

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