Her - "You may not want the man God sends you..."
Me- "Well, if you're praying for God to send me someone then throw in that I recognize him."
Her - "He can't control your choices."
Me - "Well, pray that I see him the way God sees him...just as long as he's not fat (trying to add humor back in the conversation.)
Her - "See, you gotta take whatever God gives you...But, I don't want him bald-headed or pants hanging low...or..." blah, blah, blah (What if I like bald headed men? I'd take him bald rather than holding on to a little bit of hair).
This is the hypocrisy of it all...I can't reject a fat man if God chose him for me, but she can say he can't be bald-headed? What is wrong with that picture?! I got a little irritated with my grandmother. How can she have all of this faith and wisdom, but not enough to trust God to send me someone who will support me even with everything that I may have going on?