Nothing gets a man quicker to his knees other than the thought of his wife and children.
It’s not the imminent crisis ahead, and definitely not the adversity that looms before him. He can welcome them with open arms and a smirk on his face.
But when he realizes how helpless he really is when it comes to the assurance of providing and protecting his family, at present and in the future, is an entirely different story. Man is limited, and he knows it but is sometimes adamant to admit it.
In as much as he would like to cover everything for his loved ones, he realizes that he cannot. Yet he does it, nevermind if he misses by a mile for the sake of his family.
But he can do one more thing, the best thing that he can and the best thing he will ever do: pray.
There is boundless power unlocked by a mother’s prayer but a father’s supplications are no less potent. And he knows that.
Recognizing this, he will bend his knees and will implore to the Ultimate Infinity which is God Himself to fill the huge gap that he himself cannot fill.
Behind his brute strength and full masculine bravado is his need to commune and replenish himself from a greater power. God is his rock of comfort. And there he finds solace.
