God: Krystle. Krystle?
God: I'm not trying to frustrate you.
Me: I know.
God: My Plans are so much bigger than what you can dream of.
Me: I'm not that mad at You anymore. Cuz today I just got my period, so I don't feel as thirsty right now.
Me: But I'm still confused. Why are all the guys who are pursuing me not crazy about You, and the ones who are crazy about You ignore me?
God: Because you set your mind that way.
God: Deep down you believe that there are no more good guys out there. Good, Christian guys. Good, Black Christian guys.
Me: Why did you mention race into it?
God: Because I know you. You like black men.
Me: Yeahhhh...I do. Do you have a problem with me dating a white guy?
Me: He's so nice. I never dated a white guy before.
Me: I know, I know, he doesn't believe in You. But he said he'll respect my religion.
God: But this isn't a religion
Me:..it's a relationship.
God: I'm not trying to harm you. I never want to do that to you.
Me: So should I just let him go?
Me: God, I feel weak. I really want to rebel sometimes. I've never been touched by a man. He wants to give me a free foot massage. He called me cute. He said my eyes are gorgeous.
God: I made your eyes.
Me: I know, but that's not the point!
God: I made your eyes, I crafted you. I know every movement you make, every thought you have--
Me: Every thought?
Me: So I guess you heard every thought on Friday when I was--I feel too ashamed to be in your presence.
God: I love you.
Me: *starts crying*
God: I got you. Don't worry about the boy. I got it.
Me: What are you gonna do?
God: I got it.
Me: I really want to satisfy myself but I just can't stop clinging to You.
God: Just trust.
Me: The Guy you send, he better be worth all of this. I'm sacrificing a lot. Well I know You sacrificed much more with handling me, but...
God: I love you.
Me: I love you too.