I write this article as a category two hurricane storm bears down on my homestead. Days like this are a somber reminder that life will not always go as planned.
You see, we men have this deep desire to plan, enact, and to execute our lives. But days like today remind me that no matter how much you plan and how much you build, you are always at the mercy of a power greater than yourself.
I do not doubt that the destruction to my property that I will receive in roughly six hours will destroy five years of work. It has been that long since we had a major storm here. And it sucks. But what will happen after the storm creates the character that I teach my children.
You see, I have two choices to make tomorrow morning. On the one hand, I can give up. I can throw in the towel and mourn the thousands of dollars, the hundreds of hours, and the liters of blood that this farm has cost me over the years.
I have worked hard to create what I have created; I’ve given all of myself for the betterment of my family. I have created an online business based on my homestead. I have begun to create content that makes me money from my homestead. I know that there is an excellent chance that all of this will come screeching to a halt.
I know that there is a good chance that I will lose most, if not everything. And this weighs heavy on my mind today. I also know that I have created a tribe of amazing people over the past two years that I have no doubt will be there for me if I need them.
The other choice that I can make is to wake up tomorrow morning. If I sleep at all tonight and begin cleaning up and picking up the pieces. I know that what I have created once, I can create again and even better. I know that I have enough blood and sweat inside to shed it all once again.
Defeat is not a option
This evening I will sit in my living room, most likely without power, and listen to the winds rage outside of my house. I will listen to the branches fall, I will listen to the trees uproot, and I will comfort my children as the storm rages.
Then tomorrow, I will choose option 2. I will go outside, and I will begin cleaning up. I will salvage what I can and begin rebuilding. Ultimately, as a father, as a husband, and as a leader of my home, option one is not an option for me.
I refuse to be defeated by a storm.
Measure of a Man
And while I am talking about a hurricane, the hurricane is also a metaphor for life events. Some events are tropical depressions, and some events are category five storms leaving nothing but chaos and destruction in his wake.
The measure of a man is how he rides the storm and how he weathers the storm, and most importantly, how he responds after the storm has passed. Because all storms pass, they blow into our lives, tear everything up and leave just as fast as they came.
It often feels like the storm lasts forever, but the storm comes and goes; it’s the destruction that lingers. It is the cleanup process when you have to pick up all the broken pieces. It is the rebuild process when you start working towards a resemblance of what was formerly there.
The rebuilding is what lasts longest, not the storm. So, in life, you have the same two options for that hurricane. You can give up, or you can rebuild. And the absolute measure of a man is based on which option he chooses.
I challenge all of you always choose option two, even when everything is in ruin. It is the only option that will reflect the value of your masculinity. The stature of your manhood. The level of your leadership. And this is what defines you to the world.
“O afflicted one, storm-tossed, and not comforted, Behold, I will set your stones in antimony, and your foundations I will lay in sapphires.”
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