If it was based on man’s standard thinking of me, I should be in the ghetto of life, waiting on the foodstamps to hit my card from the five children by four different baby daddies (with one on the way). Crying because the child support hasn’t shown up and my car won’t start again. Calling Memphis Light, Gas and Water for another extension on the one I already got. Watching the cable that’s in one of my children’s name while hoping maintenance finally shows up to fix my heat. Scared of the upcoming doctor’s appointment because I’ve been doing some strange thangs for change. In other words, living only to survive yet not really surviving at all. Oh but I got a “God blocked it” testimony! Yea, I could be all of those things but God had other plans for my life and I’m happy He blocked some stuff my ignorant behind thought was good for me, shielded me when my stupid thinking could have been the death of me. This is why I serve God like I do because when I think about where I should be versus where I am; I realize God had to block some things, close some doors and remove some folk in order to get me where I am now. And had it not been for Him, I wouldn’t be walking in my purpose.
Oh, does anyone else, besides me, have a “God blocked it for my good” or a “God protected me” praise when we know there was some stuff we did and said so stupid it should have gotten us killed? You don’t have to tell it, I’m simply trying to see if it’s just me. Chile, I know, a lot of us, should be walking the streets out of our mind from all the drugs, our names should be on the transplant list, waiting for a liver, after years of alcohol abuse or taking 50 pills just to keep our immune system from failing, from getting AIDS/HIV from the many sex partners but we don’t. You can act like you ain’t never done nothing if you want but you know good and well you should be dead or crazy. You should be locked up in jail for DUI, in a nursing home from falling asleep behind the wheel, laying in some alley trying to find your last good vein, on husband or wife number 4 because you can’t seem to get it right or in court again with baby momma 3 while number 4 is calling your phone over and over. Oh but aren’t you excited that God blocked it and saved your ignorant tail? Anybody else got the testimony, “If it had not been for the Lord on my side?”
Lakisha, the Author 