This following conversation needs little introduction. It speaks for itself.
Stefani—so how are things going in the life of Mere?
Me—SO great! Life is beautiful.
Stefani—met your husband yet?
Me—oh… no. Thank you for the reminder though. He does not seem to be anywhere in sight.
Stefani—All in due time my dear. He’s there; God sees him.
Me—I know. I am trying to rest in that and remember that I have not been left behind. It’s just easier said than done.
Stefani—God is pruning him right now and kicking all of his annoying habits that He knows you wouldn’t put up with.
Me—I hope so. My boss told me the other day that “he is still baking; he’s just not done yet.” To which I responded “well, can God just turn up the heat and burn his butt done?”
Stefani—Hey, just remember, even though a crock-pot takes longer to cook, the end result is always better.
Me—I hate crock-pots.
Stefani—He will be tender and spicy…
Me—Stef… did you just say equate my future husband to a tenderloin?