It seems that a new allegation of sexual abuse hits the media every. single. day.
I wish I could say I was shocked each time I read the story. I am not. In fact, my own journey has contained some #metoo moments and I am thankful individuals who have been objectified are saying that time is up.
This year, we watched Kesha’s emotional Grammy performance. She sang a song about overcoming past hurt. When I woke up this morning, I was reminded of my past hurts. Hurts that I am not comfortable sharing in this context but they are there.
But I was also reminded of something else.
A different group of men.
A group of men that saw past my gender into my spirit and supported me. Men who encouraged me, men who provided opportunities without solicitation and men who coached me.
There are some real bad eggs out there but there are a few good men still out there. Turns out not all men are creepers.
I am who I am because of the men.
Men like my Dad, who is the ultimate prayer warrior and encourager.
Men like Nate Bush, who led camps and then gave students like me a chance to be on worship teams and leadership groups.
Men like Patrick Snow, who saw a call on my life for Children’s Ministry before I even knew what it was.
Men like Brent D’Altilio, who married my best friend at a young age but let me have a front row seat to what a good husband looks like.
Men like Chris Booth, who took time to invest in me as an intern and really taught me how to be effective in practical ministry.
Men like Andy Hudelson, who took a chance on a young college graduate without a resume full of experience. Andy never limited me because I was female. He gave me a platform to create and preach. Yes, I said the “p” word. Andy only ever did things that would make me better. Andy walked the fine line of boss/pastor/friend in the best way.
Men like Shaun Groves, who was vulnerable enough to share in his struggles. When I walked through my own anxiety/depression journey, his openness was a huge part of my healing.
Men like Brian Seay, who took the role of elder very seriously. He advocated for me for 8 years, prayed for me and spent time walking me through what Biblical discernment looks like. So thankful.
Men like my Husband, Sully Cook, who have loved me unconditionally. This man has seen me at my worst and loves me still. This man is an excellent father who always got up in the middle of the night and never felt like parenting was only for me. This man makes me laugh often and we are truly partners. And, dang that boy can play the drums!
To the men on this list, I am forever grateful. What may have seemed like your standard mode of operation made a huge impact on me. In a world that seems to be full of darkness, you men have been light in my life. Thank you.
Sure, I have a list of men who have hurt me but they have not made me. Jesus used the friends above to establish who I am today.
If you haven’t found any men like that in your life, I pray that you do.
They are out there.
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This post was originally published on Melissa’s personal blog, adopt a journey.
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