It is no longer a tantrum if you jump up and down and say, "Now what?", and you spend the whole day and night tearing every theory to pieces and end up with the one sticking point; the reason why nothing is going on is that the Prime Mover [and, you will admit, yourself] is not going to overlook a certain thing, that He said explicitly MUST not be done.
But, I say, come on, Father, look at her lovely eyes, at the fact that she LOOKED at me, and well, so what if she is married, I can tear her off the guy, yes?
But then, this is God, and He said that one should not take any possession of another, in His unchanging laws.
But, I will say, He also said that one should not kill... and frankly, I was about to, but I looked for a way out, and left the ball in His court, so that I do NOT have to, so, of course, as long as I 'keep' His commandments, and have respect for them, then I am good and can have anything I want.
So, what am I talking about? Of course, the 'married chick'. I was just remembering that I have seen a girl who spent her honeymoon near me, and if disillusionment comes later, well at least, she went into it with happiness, so, since she literally pledged to honour and obey, till death do us part, et.c., then she is bound to the sucker for better or worse, and now, while I really have no qualms about walking in and just taking what I want, there is that thing that does limit me...the fact that she was not forced to say yes.
Drop the chick, then, and so I do, and I am walking over here, saying to God, OK, now I am back to nine, and ALWAYS I am here, always give a little...when are things going to get done? I am getting tired of this runaround, because I want to get my claws into some real stuff. I hate it here!
I get off the train, at Sunny Cove, at 09:10am, and as I walk past this restaurant in Fish Hoek, there she sits, this blonde chick biting her fingernails, at one of the tables... so... 'vulnerable', and so... ah well, no more poetry. Anyway, I looked and she looked back, and I walked a bit, and looked again, and she was still looking, and so I said, 'Fine, then, God, I will take that one, but You bring it to pass, because I have not a clue how to get ten women... ah, nine actually, at present [because there is the other one who is not blonde, the one the dog almost got, the black-haired one?] ...whose only saving 'grace' is that I happened to like them on sight.
Well, of course, if things were to go MY way, then Michelle's friend could still make room for me at her brother's, AND instead of the 'married chick' it would be her who is to make herself available.
Which means that even the Dutch girl will have to come and fit in there, all nine of them at present count.
Which brings up the burning question:
Now why did God object to me 'putting my eggs in one basket' if I was meant to have girls of one hair type?
I am guessing here, but I think He was unhappy that I was so focusing on pleasing people and relegating Him to being the One Who, "fights His own battles", so I suppose He took umbrage at that, and let me know in no uncertain terms that I will have nothing unless everything comes from Him, and is per His requirements, and standards, that all people may know that it is by His will that all these things are happening, that He is not an uninterested bystander, but is The Prime Mover, just as when He said to Jeremiah,
"Behold I am The LORD, The God of All flesh, is there anything too hard for Me?"
This when He was getting ready to do something everyone thought would never happen, that He would give 'His people' into the hands of their enemies, to be slaves for seventy years, simply because they assumed, as I was on the point of doing, that He is 'cool' with everything we do, and we only have to complain and He fixes it all, so that everyone averts disaster and has things remain the same.
It will probably surprise everyone that the 'loving God' has exhausted His patience, and He has decided that HE will start killing now!
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About the tenth, I mean, if I am going to be honest with myself, I will say that I made up my mind about one girl some time ago, and she is the one with the cleft chin and black outfit, with her fetching balck hair, who when i stood aside for her to pass, looked searchingly at me as if wondering if I was serious.
OK, so nobody is perfect, and she had lipstick on her, but gees, I am fed up of the runaround. There may be millions out there of women who maybe have never had sex, but I am not wasting another minute agonising over women. THESE are it, and I have firmly decided that from now on, I am merely looking to how to get my 'job' done, and to hell with any more. I have closed my heart to any more, and am not willing to negoitiate over any more.
Now, it is Obama's turn. And come September 10, if my demands are not met, I am going to redefine 9/11
But, I say, come on, Father, look at her lovely eyes, at the fact that she LOOKED at me, and well, so what if she is married, I can tear her off the guy, yes?
But then, this is God, and He said that one should not take any possession of another, in His unchanging laws.
But, I will say, He also said that one should not kill... and frankly, I was about to, but I looked for a way out, and left the ball in His court, so that I do NOT have to, so, of course, as long as I 'keep' His commandments, and have respect for them, then I am good and can have anything I want.
So, what am I talking about? Of course, the 'married chick'. I was just remembering that I have seen a girl who spent her honeymoon near me, and if disillusionment comes later, well at least, she went into it with happiness, so, since she literally pledged to honour and obey, till death do us part, et.c., then she is bound to the sucker for better or worse, and now, while I really have no qualms about walking in and just taking what I want, there is that thing that does limit me...the fact that she was not forced to say yes.
Drop the chick, then, and so I do, and I am walking over here, saying to God, OK, now I am back to nine, and ALWAYS I am here, always give a little...when are things going to get done? I am getting tired of this runaround, because I want to get my claws into some real stuff. I hate it here!
I get off the train, at Sunny Cove, at 09:10am, and as I walk past this restaurant in Fish Hoek, there she sits, this blonde chick biting her fingernails, at one of the tables... so... 'vulnerable', and so... ah well, no more poetry. Anyway, I looked and she looked back, and I walked a bit, and looked again, and she was still looking, and so I said, 'Fine, then, God, I will take that one, but You bring it to pass, because I have not a clue how to get ten women... ah, nine actually, at present [because there is the other one who is not blonde, the one the dog almost got, the black-haired one?] ...whose only saving 'grace' is that I happened to like them on sight.
Well, of course, if things were to go MY way, then Michelle's friend could still make room for me at her brother's, AND instead of the 'married chick' it would be her who is to make herself available.
Which means that even the Dutch girl will have to come and fit in there, all nine of them at present count.
Which brings up the burning question:
Now why did God object to me 'putting my eggs in one basket' if I was meant to have girls of one hair type?
I am guessing here, but I think He was unhappy that I was so focusing on pleasing people and relegating Him to being the One Who, "fights His own battles", so I suppose He took umbrage at that, and let me know in no uncertain terms that I will have nothing unless everything comes from Him, and is per His requirements, and standards, that all people may know that it is by His will that all these things are happening, that He is not an uninterested bystander, but is The Prime Mover, just as when He said to Jeremiah,
"Behold I am The LORD, The God of All flesh, is there anything too hard for Me?"
This when He was getting ready to do something everyone thought would never happen, that He would give 'His people' into the hands of their enemies, to be slaves for seventy years, simply because they assumed, as I was on the point of doing, that He is 'cool' with everything we do, and we only have to complain and He fixes it all, so that everyone averts disaster and has things remain the same.
It will probably surprise everyone that the 'loving God' has exhausted His patience, and He has decided that HE will start killing now!
************
About the tenth, I mean, if I am going to be honest with myself, I will say that I made up my mind about one girl some time ago, and she is the one with the cleft chin and black outfit, with her fetching balck hair, who when i stood aside for her to pass, looked searchingly at me as if wondering if I was serious.
OK, so nobody is perfect, and she had lipstick on her, but gees, I am fed up of the runaround. There may be millions out there of women who maybe have never had sex, but I am not wasting another minute agonising over women. THESE are it, and I have firmly decided that from now on, I am merely looking to how to get my 'job' done, and to hell with any more. I have closed my heart to any more, and am not willing to negoitiate over any more.
Now, it is Obama's turn. And come September 10, if my demands are not met, I am going to redefine 9/11
