What does it mean to be a King to a Queen?

Most think that a King is this all powerful and dominate ruler who everyone fears, and to which there are no objections to his judgment. But in the world of men with power, men with supreme abilities, work ethic or intelligence, there's always that one driving force that keeps him sane and balanced. There's that one thing that he always comes back to at the end of the day, the one thing that's always there for him to fall back on when he needs a true ear. It's that one thing that whenever it gets rough, whenever things seem to fall apart, or things are just not right within his mind. That one thing that will always bring balance to his mind will forever be his Queen.

A Queen is the beginning and end of any kingdom; she's the continuation of great dynasties and the creator of great humans that continue to do greatness on this planet. Make no mistake, the greatest commodity on this planet is not riches, land, knowledge or even the very air that we breathe, it's the woman that can make the toughest of days seem like nothing more than a blimp on the radar. Kings have literally gone to war and destroyed whole kingdoms over the slightest of looks or disrespect directed towards his queen. The honor and sacredness of his Queen is the utmost important thing to a king on this planet, more so that of his own pride and respect.

You never notice how a strong woman's support and a man's greatness go hand in hand. Whether it be mother and son, or husband and wife, a man can do so many great things on this planet if he as that one woman that can show him the light at the end of any tunnel. There are two sides of every single coin, that's why on one side there's the King, ruling and protecting his kingdom without any recourse or second thought in his mind. Then you have the Queen, looking elegant while supporting the burdens of the crown. To me the rule of the crown isn't just that of the King, it's by extension the Queen's responsibility as well. She's the one who has to deal with the heavy heart, the constant pressures of the mind, and the occasional irrational anger. But at the end of the day, she's built to deal with the troubles that come to her King.

Make no mistake, while everyone acknowledges the King as the complete and sole ruler, the King knows within his mind and deep in his heart that his Queen is right hand, his better half, his equal. If there is any man that denies this way of thinking, then he is simply not a King but merely a Prince, playing imposter to something that he is not ready for. There are a lot of Queens stuck with Princes for the simple fact that there was no King around to save the day. And that's what seems to be going on a lot these days, Princes are charming Queens into thinking they are Kings, when simply they are not. Majority of the time those same Princes think they are Kings when they really are no closer to becoming one from the first day they were born. You know I'll go on a ledge here and say those aren't even Queens, those are Princesses. Those same Princesses attract the Princes and they have themselves just the grandest of times thinking that they are more than what they are.

That's the point where a King finds a Queen, a woman that brings out the utter best in him. He will stop at nothing to make sure that every need that she will ever want for is met with quick judgment, and that same Queen who has that King providing that much security will never want or need for anything other than the love and respect that he gives to her daily. So to answer my question from earlier, "What does it mean to be a King to a Queen?", well it means to be the protector of light, the protector of truth and knowledge, the protector of everything right in this world, the guardian of your heart, and the creator of life. That's what it means to be a King, it's the greatest responsibility on this planet, but once a King accepts that responsibility, then he will make sure it's his duty to be the best ruler possible and if he doesn't succeed, he will die trying.

Devon Young of ColdKnowledge.com is a devoted boyfriend, son, brother, uncle, cousin, friend, mentor - and most importantly - man of God. He uses blogging as a means to teach his peers that at the end of a life filled with highs and lows, there is hope and triumph. 

"At some point it may just be you and God. You have to be okay with that."

Those words stung. They sparked a fire. They burned; because I needed to hear them, but I wasn't yet ready to accept them. I wanted to believe that those who had been in my corner for so long would remain there. I thought they'd root me on from the stands as I sought to pursue my purpose, much like they rooted for me to "back it up" at parties or to "throw it back" when it came to drinking games. (Back then, of course).

I was certain that those I ran through the mud with, would be with me when it came time to clean off.

"At some point it may just be you and God." I've always kept those words close to me, in case I ever needed to remind myself. I hadn't planned to refer to them as often as I do, though. It still stings a little.

The climb to the top is lonely. I would've never expected it. I always thought that the people you held dear to you would grind with you. When I was a sophomore in college my roommate at the time was chasing down people and running errands with me, as I prepared to join my sorority. She made sure I woke up early enough to make phone calls and reminded me of things I couldn't remember on my own. I expected this climb to be similar. I expected this pursuit to be filled with support and love from those around me.

I was wrong.

Nothing could've prepared me for the sarcastic comments and the misunderstanding stares. It wasn't ridicule that I was experiencing - I could handle ridicule - it was the lack of support. It was the "I'm so happy for you!" and the "you're going to be great at this!" messages that were missing. Messages that would've been overloaded onto my Facebook wall and in my text message inbox had this dream been something people could understand. Had it been a new job opportunity or a raise, I would've been celebrated, because people understand 9 to 5's and increased salaries.

People rarely understand writing, though. They rarely care about God-given purposes and utilizing God-given gifts; especially if neither of them come with dollar signs attached. People don't get how I plan to make writing a lucrative career; nor why God would tell me to walk away from some things they thought were major, so that I can focus on this. People don't understand my vision.

I probably shouldn't expect them to.

Walking in my purpose, thus far, has been reminiscent of a quiet road. A road that only I and the tumbleweeds occupy. Lonely. And sometimes cold. A road where the flickering street lights aren't enough to illuminate my path. A road where GPS and Siri are disabled because my iPhone died a few exits back and there's nothing else leading me but the voice of God. Walking in my purpose has been reminiscent of a road being traveled completely by faith and determination.

The climb is lonely. People tend not to support you until you're already successful. Your eyes are fixated on your final destination and locked into where you're set to go, but other people can't always see that. The people around you may not understand why you chose to walk the path you did. They won't get how (or why) you plan to turn a hobby into a career; they'll never understand why your decent paying job isn't good enough for you; and they certainly won't be happy with the time you must spend away from them to make it all happen.

So often times I sit still. And if I'm not talking to beau (shoutout to beau!) about my goals and plans, then I'm praying to God about them. Because the climb is lonely. And even if I only have two supporters on my side, that's all I'd need, because there's no room for more than me on this ladder anyway.

This is what I'm supposed to be doing. This is the path I'm supposed to be on. This is the ladder God set out for me to climb. And instead of throwing it all away, finding an alternate route, or using a step chair, I remain here because this is where I'm supposed to be. Because there's someone out here that needs to read what I'm writing. Because there's an amazing sunrise that will come once these next 12 hours on this lonely road pass.

In the meantime, I do what I can to press on. I encourage myself. I push myself. I remain faithful in my vision and bask in the glory of God's power. I root myself on and leave positive affirmation post-it notes all over my desk space - because who doesn't love post-it notes? I send myself e-mails saying "write!" and "keep going!" with clever quotes and daily reminders as to why I'm doing this. I read articles, blogs and books that encourage me to ignore what's around me and fight through to the 4th quarter.

And while I spend a lot of my time encouraging and supporting myself, I'd be remiss if I ignored the few people (and things) that I've allowed to fuel me on this road. The Brendon Burchard's, Rick Warren's and Renita Weems'. The sermons provided by my Pastor; and the readers, subscribers and new Facebook friends who unknowingly make me go harder. I'm supported by my future unborn children, my future husband and the broken women who rely on my outlet for inspiration and uplift. I'm supported by God and Jeremiah 29:11.

And that's all that matters to me. Because me diving face first into my purpose isn't to garner support, it's to help someone's life. It's to be a vehicle for change in someone's world. It's to provide hope and happiness to those at wits end - those whose hope left a few social media posts ago. It's to eliminate self-loathing in a woman who's never truly loved herself. It's to encourage someone to love life through the potholes and detours. It's to push someone to keep fighting.

This is about the souls I may be saving by acknowledging God's everlasting love, power and presence; and the favorable views of self-worth women so desperately need to be led toward.

The climb isn't my destination, it's merely a route. Whether my supporters will increase once I reach the top, is none of my concern. I don't do this for that. I do this because someone's life needs to change and my words may be a catalyst to make that happen. I do this because some things in my life need to change, and sometimes when I write to you, I'm writing to myself too.

So don't let your abandoned road and the lonely climb deter you from what you truly desire. Don't let anyone else's inability to understand your vision or see your dreams pull you away. You'll be great no matter what. And while at some point it may just be you and God, you'll learn to be okay with that.