Submission

He’s not your type.

He’s too old, too young, too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too hairy, too smooth. He has no job, or he works too much. He’s too masc; he’s too fem. He stinks to high heaven, he’s doused himself in cologne. He has a dog, or a cat, or a bird, or a snake; a lizard, a tarantula, a ferret, a rat. His hair is too long. He’s bald. He’s too quiet, he speaks with an accent, he talks with his hands, he has two left feet. He can’t host. He can’t travel. He’s surrounded by friends, by bros, by hoes, by foes. He’s alone.

But he sees you.

When God turns His eye to you, what face will you show him? What name will you give?

He’s not your type.

Are you His?