God's Livingroom Experience

    Time spent with God one on one, I liken to a living room experience with God. Sometimes it can come as a get away, far away, or a prolonged protracted period, where God can bring to bare all the things that easily beset us, in order to help our choices, if indeed we can listen. Of such an occasion, I pen these words.
     Away and out of the way, I found myself headed for divorce. Needless to say, I had been married to the same woman some twenty plus years, and by this time her curves had worked on me to the point of wanting and needing more. Her lips, I felt had at least 20 more years of practice so as to teach me the art of kissing, but life and situations stole that march. Trouble don't have too much to say to me, for I handle it by any means necessary, and this is not always a good thing. So here I was in the middle of the bush where God can talk to me. And talk to me He did, right there amid darkness, and no lights or running water. Since my father owned the land, my stay was free, so without work and or bills, I laid me both down in peace and safety and slept in God's care, thinking of this that and the next. 
     Crazy looks good in the middle of nowhere, and there she was, headed across my make shift widow, going to pick up her mail as she always did. She was a high school running champion and scholar in her hay day, until someone put something in a drink that cause her to lose the reality check that kept her form and body top shelf. Now all that was left was a perfect body that she seemed to have a new prospect for. God has a wonderful sense of humor. Here I was in the middle of a bush with no one or no body, and a woman with low lighting and a banging body was shifting the leaves to my camp.
     You must be gay, she would tell me as I gave no heed to her calls or suggestions. Not that I was not tempted, but the thought of dong anything to her, meant that I would have to think in terms of marriage and that thought always put me at odds with her low lighting mind. I finally caught on to God's point exactly, not every thing in a skirt, I had to walk down the isle with, and not every time my nature wanted to take flight was a good idea, seeing that the landing had to be given top priority. I was a man in need of a bosom of my own, but I need a little one on One with God before I did so. But I had to be stuck somewhere, were women were out numbered by the leaves.
     Departure from my encampment came some three years after arrival, and I can safely say, I neither touched or tasted the half lighted beauty, and God be pleased, I left her without so much as a see you later. I had found me someone half way around the world and when I showed up broke as usual, friends and family told her she could do better. It is my style to look for a woman broke, only because if a woman will love you, she will do so as you are not who or what you are. So here I 'is'...again, starting over, but this time, having had a living room experience with my God, I am prepared to watch the skirts go bye and wait my turn respectfully like a good citizen of God's kingdom like all His sons and daughters should...