If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I would invite the love of my life only if I knew who he was.
I am working on it, but pickings are slim. Looking for a good man is like going to the market after a super sale. The leftovers are all spongy, saggy specimens you give a pass.
That is why I am not looking, but I leave it all to the Lord to order everything, so at the right time and place, I meet this paragon of man.
I can choose a dress, a cute pair of shoes and a good book but for goodness sakes my future man radar isn’t very good.
It’s best to leave it all to God. He knows what is best for me.
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