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 By Bonijean Isaacs Jan. 21, 2008 The Texas Lady posted the Question, “Seriously, would you pray for God to send you someone for a relationship? There were various interesting answers including, “Yep but is he Listening?” That would be extremely presumptuous. No, it’s up to me or simply Nope. I only pray for God’s Will and that might be to be alone and No, We Live, We Suffer, We Die. God does not intervene in human affairs.” My answer is simply, “Prayer is talking to God. Meditation is listening to God. I talk to God about anything and everything that I want to including my desire for a love connection I do have trouble figuring out what he is trying to tell me back.” Some of the current challenges that I currently deal with are Financial Realities, driving in snow with a car that needs a rack and pinion, a hearing aid that needs to get out of the repair shop, the need to find an apartment. The lack of a love life is not my heart’s desire but it’s something that I can deal with. Nevertheless, where was God when I relocated from West Virginia to Texas to follow a Love Connection with a Dufus Truck Driver? I
moved across the country only to be told that I was not worthy of his love because I am taller than him, he is not a bOOb man and I am a double DD. Also, he didn’t like my fat tattooed A$$. Dang! Maybe it was the D=Evil or the Deity of Evil who set up the Match with that loser. It could have been a luck escape considering that he gulps down Snickers Bars while on the Road. When he’s not on the road, he’s a couch potato and expects women to cook him fried food while he belittles them when a fat a$$ is the consequences. If we would have proceeded with that Las Vegas Wedding that we talked about, they would have been rolling me down the aisle right past his Dr. Pepper Belly. My friends encouraged me to “Cry a River, Build a Bridge, Put on some High Heel Boots and Get Over It.” Take the
lessons and move forward. I finally made it to the other side of the bridge so what’s next? I can’t nor do I really want to change my height or my double DD’s. That fat A$$ is something that can be changed and that is where God has come in. Last year, I worked at Wal-Mart in Texas,
Nevada and Virginia. The pay sucks swamp water but it saves the expense of having to go to a gym. The job requires an abundance of lifting and physical activity. There is an Associates discount on fresh fruit and vegetable. Regular price is paid for junk food. I suspect
that my A$$ will never be small enough to make the Trucker happy but who cares. The short petite Lot Lizards will happily utilize his wallet. I have an hourglass shape where the waistline will get smaller but the bOObs and A$$ will be proportionally about the same. Perhaps one day, my future love connection will walk into Wal-Mart looking for oysters. He will observe a certain Wal-Mart Associate bent over stocking bacon. He will think to himself, “Nice A$$.” He will walk over to her and ask her where to find the Jimmy Dean Battery Cables. God will be watching the whole scenario and laugh.
------------ About the Author: Bonijean Isaacs is an Astrologer and Freelance Writer in the Commonwealth of Virginia. She works at WallyWorld for her day job. Email: inez4liberty@gmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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