Fifteen years ago, today, God gave me a boulder of granite. He said, “I give you charge over this rock. Make something beautiful.” “Lord, I am not a sculptor,” I replied. “Stay connected to me,” He said, “You’ll be fine.” I read up on granite and found that it measures an eight on the Mohs scale, meaning it’s some of the hardest and toughest stone to sculpt. So many other, softer stones are preferred when it comes to creating sculptures. Yet, I trusted God and His Word, as I have my entire life.
So, I began to work. As an infant, sleep was more of an enemy to you, than ally. Many of your early nights on this Earth, I held you at the dining table, reading Scripture to you until you’d fall asleep. Many Sunrises caught us at that table. Many nights, you slept in my arms, in my recliner. Many nights found me driving the streets of Birmingham, AL with you, while the rest of the world slept. I wanted my son to know who I am, to know that I am with him, and to know what I am willing to do for him; just as God has done for me throughout my life. For God is the ultimate example of Fatherhood.
Raising a son is humbling. You are a reflection of me. Part of me exists in you, and sometimes you serve as that mirror that I must face when pride gets the better of me. When convicted, I must act accordingly. This has not been the easiest 15 years, but regardless to trial and tribulation, you are my son. I love you unconditionally, but there have been days when I haven’t liked you very much. Just know that Love trumps Like any day, and the message of Love is not always sweet and pleasant. But, the message of Love is Truth and always what you need. As the Word of God never changes, my teachings to you, my preachings to you, and my admonitions to you are consistent and never changing.
I am proud of you, son; prouder than you will ever know. I look at you some days and think to myself, “That’s my boy!” Other times, I watch you interact with others and think, “That’s my boy!” I look at you now, taller than I, and sharing my build and stature and say to myself, “That’s my boy!” Then, when you step up, take ownership of you and your actions and deal accordingly, I think, “That is MY boy!” Then, it hits me, “This must be how God feels about me when I am on the right path.” I thank God for you, son! Believe it or not, I thank God for you! I see a great man in you, but you are still growing up and may not realize this or see this in yourself for another few years or so.
You are granite, son. You are not easily manipulated or altered. Crimesha and I will continue to be what you need us to be, and we will never half-step or blow smoke. We will continue grinding, chipping, and chiseling away at you until the masterpiece is accomplished. Granite is strong and durable. Adversity will break against you, before you give an inch. This is what you are destined to be, one who is strong and able to stand the toughest of trials. I named you Davyd, for you will be a much greater man than I. You will go farther than I, and you will achieve much more than I. Greater, stronger, you shall be. This is what every son is meant to be, better than their fathers. I have no problem pushing you beyond me.
I will continue to compete with you and challenge you for as long as my back will allow, or until you consistently beat me. I pray for the latter. Know this, my beloved son, a real man is a man of God. I don’t care what the world says or shows or boasts. A man is absolutely NOTHING without God! He has shown me this throughout my life in various ways, but the best way of Him teaching me this is through blessing me with you! I LOVE YOU DAVYD HOLLOMON WILLIAMS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON!!
Bryan Hollomon Williams