When I was growing up, I heard from many people the unofficial creed of “real men.” And while I believe it is false, it was the predominant belief of the time. Real men didn’t cry.Didn’t hurt.Didn’t need help. “Men” were supposed to be John Wayne and Rambo rolled into one with quiet grit, clenched jaw, and a heroic ability to walk it off no matter what “it” was. If you were hurting, you didn’t say it. If you were afraid, you certainly didn’t show it. If you were overwhelmed,

Psalm 121 I lift up my eyes to the hills—    from where will my help come? 2  My help comes from the Lord,    who made heaven and earth. 3  He will not let your foot be moved;    he who keeps you will not slumber. 4  He who keeps Israel    will neither slumber nor sleep. 5  The Lord is your keeper;    the Lord is your shade at your right hand. 6  The sun shall not strike you by day    nor the moon by night. 7  The Lord will keep you from all evil;    he will keep your life. 8