One day while walking down one of the busier streets in the city I was whining to God (of course, in the most respectful way that one can do that). Because I had been here for all of two months, and I hadn’t met my husband yet.
I mean, Gee Whiz, I says to myself. “I know that’s why You brought me here, because Juan (my ex-boyfriend) just dumped me and I know you brought me here to meet someone better. And that’ll fix Juan, God, we’ll show him won’t we? But, why are you taking SOOOO long. I mean, God, I haven’t met one single guy that loves You. Are you sure that you know what your are doing? I mean I know You know what you are doing, but could you speed it up a little?”
As I continued to walk down the street, I passed a beautiful two-door BMW. So, I quickly down shifted from whining to God to assessing the character of the owner of such a lavish vehicle. I mean, clearly he doesn’t manage his money well nor does he give to charity because he is a knot-head that drives a 70-thousand dollar car. The nerve.
And then I saw the bumper stickers. Two of them. The one on the left read: “Don’t be fooled by my car, my treasure is in heaven.” The one on the right read: “Real Men Love Jesus.”
I nearly passed out. God just reached down from high heaven to give me, Simone, a kiss when I needed it the most.