Be Careful What You Pray For Because You Just Might Get It!

Hey Party People! I know it's been a minute since my last post and I do apologize for the delay. Well since we last spoke, conversed. Not conversated (LOL) the summer has come to a close and the fall is quickly approaching. It's about to be boo loving season. That would be excitement for some and sighs of frustration for others. Thinking about boo loving season made me think of a conversation that I had with one of my sister girls. She was telling me about a guy that she was dating and had recently let go. So me being the curious person that I am, asked why. This was her exact response," He was everything that I had ever prayed for in a man. He was handsome, funny, loving, EMPLOYED! He was good with his children and mine. He was spiritual and creative. Girl was he smart and he could cook his ass off! Not to mention that the loving was like fireworks. The only thing I didn't like was that he didn't go to church."

    Well now I'm really confused because if the only flaw that he had was that he didn't go to church then honey you have less of a problem than you think. I appreciate the fact that church is important to her. She did say that they had conversations about him going to church with her and he was accepting of that. He never said that he didn't want to go.  She said that he was very spiritual and had a good knowledge of the Bible.   Again, I was confused. I asked," If he is everything you prayed for and you let him go, then what are you going to do now.?"She said she would pray for someone else just like him that goes to church. Umkay! What if there is no one else just like him. Often times the mold is broken when a masterpiece is created in an effort for it not to be duplicated.

When I was a little girl I use to pray for enormous breasts like my Aunt Lillie Mae's. She had to make her own bras they were that big. One day my cousin heard me telling my other cousin that I wanted breasts just like Lillie Mae's. My cousin said to me, "Be careful what you pray for because you just might get it." Thank God! I was not blessed with what I thought I wanted at the time. However, when you are blessed with what you asked for but then you come to the realization that you don't want it when you get it. Is that a slap in the face of God? Delicious black men for some women are few and far in between. I really don't think that a seemingly little thing like not physically going to church should be a tie breaker. I really believe that people ask for things out of haste and frustration. Not having full knowledge of what they are really asking. Then when the blessing appears it is not that the thing they asked for is not ready to be received but the person who asked is not ready to properly receive and accept the blessing. Thinking about my friend and the impending boo loving season gave birth to the poem below. Please enjoy the picture of my good friend LT(he's the only one standing up) doing what he loves to do and that is talk about love, lust, lies and relationships. Oh and please enjoy the old school video from Salt and Pepa What A Man!!! As always have a great week. Church Hugs Gents, Diva Waves Ladies!!!

MY PRAYERS FOR HIM

I pray for him, prayers reminiscent of those of made men.

I pray that God would have mercy on my soul for committing the most grievous sin.

The sin of searching for him in a sea of boys when he’s the man amongst men.

He’s the standard by which all other gems are measured.

I pray for him while wading through the storms of unqualified whoevers, miscellaneous fair-weathers and a multitude of

Mr. I Wish I Had Never Met Him at all.

I pray for him on bended knee with tear stained cheeks until I see the clouds part and give birth to the dawn.

I’ve prayed for him for so long.

I pray for him like a mother prays for the unseen blessing in the deepest recesses of her womb.

I pray for him like a dying soul prays for one more breath.

Pray like the weary pray for rest.

I pray for him like mourners do when asking the question why the parting of their loved one had to come so soon.

While praying for him I realized that I had never really taken the time to pray for myself.

I never prayed for my strength or for my health.

I never prayed for the help to be able to recognize him when he finally appears.

Even though I have given a vivid description of him in my prayers for years.

So again I pray for him.

Prayed that he would recognize me as the answer to his prayers.

That he would shoulder some of this burden and pay some of the fare that I have paid for this waiting game.

While I have patiently watched everyone else enjoying the one that was specifically made for them.

I feel as if I have prayed my whole life for him.

Because I have.

I pray for him like the homeless pray for shelter.

I pray for him like the famished pray for an end to their hunger.

I prayed for him harder and longer than anyone or anything.

I pray that when he finally arrives he would be my king and I his queen and we would share a last name.

I would wear his ring. I think that is the fairytale dreaming little girl in me because my prayers seem as if they will not be reality because the woman in me is still praying for him.

Have I prayed so much that I missed my blessing in disguise, turned a good man away, gave another the side eye?

Because he didn’t come packaged as I had envisioned.

Did I set myself up for a trip on the road to perdition because I was more distracted by the contents of this ones pocket and not by the contents his character?

Infatuated with this ones physique and the girth below his navel and not the substance contained within his heart?

Did I doom many a promising relationship before they really got their start?

So in retrospect did I pray shallow prayers for him when they should have been weighty prayers for me?

Are my unanswered prayers for him the reason for this purgatory?

I can only  pray, wait and see.

Until then I will continue to say a little prayer for both him and me.