I need a man of God.
I didn’t say I want a man.
I said that if and when I come across any attractive man I would endeavor to incorporate into my life he needs to be a man of God.
I need him to wake up and invite God into his day, to spend time with God before the rest of His day starts so that I know he is protected and favored. That his mercies are renewed.
I need him to commune with God so that his choices are informed, calculated and within God’s will for his life. Choices like the option to incorporate me into his life.
I need him to be a praying man. To be known by God. So that when I pray for him God knows of whom I speak of.
I need him to be in tune with the Holy Spirit so that he has discernment. So that I can trust his decisions, not worry, and be at ease.
I need him to be a man of God so that I can be a woman of God. So that his presence continues to be a blessing and not a distraction.
So that when he pursues after me that I know his steps are ordered by God and aren’t perverse. So that when I choose and accept him it too is ordered by God.
There is any added level of protection, of trust, of love, of mercy, of understanding between us because God is at our foundation.
I don’t want a man of God, I need one. I require one because I require peace.