You Want A Certain Type Of Woman; But Are You The Type Of Man That That Type Of Woman Wants? 

You want a certain type of woman… but are you the type of man that that type of woman would want?

You say she has to “have her own” but are YOU out of your parent’s house? That includes your grandparents’, cousins’, aunt’s, or uncle’s house too.

Do you have a career or even have a job? You require independence in a woman; yet, you do not possess it yourself.

Can you fill her refrigerator with food? You require your woman to cook for you every day; but do you help her out with groceries?

You say you want your woman to have a car; but do YOU have one?

You say you want a woman with no kids; but…. you have two or three kids yourself??

Or maybe you are the type willing to step up & be a father to her children; yet your own children are walking around father-less.

You want your woman to have a “BANGING” body, and she needs to “compliment you”; but you are 50 pounds overweight.

You said you want a church going woman; but that is confusing because you only attend church on Palm and Easter Sunday.

You want a woman “who knows how to treat a man”; a woman who respects you, admires you, and “lets a man be a man”.

But are YOU respectable…… admirable? Are you a MAN?

You love to point out scriptures like Genesis 2:18 which says woman was made to be man’s helper, and Ephesians 5:22 where it says a WIFE submits to her HUSBAND; yes sir, I’ve read those scriptures. But… I also read in Genesis 2:24 that a man is to LEAVE (keyword) his mother and father and become one with his wife; and I read in 1 Timothy 5:8 that a man who does not provide for his own house has denied the faith & is worse than a non-believer.

There is nothing wrong with wanting an independent, church going woman who cooks & “knows how to treat her man”.. but understand this, that woman wants a certain type of man.

I recently had a conversation with someone from my past; he expressed that he wanted to marry me. I had to be completely honest with him about why he is not the man for me. Besides the fact that he cannot provide for or lead a family he is not TRYING to make his situation better. And that is evidence that he lacks what is most important to me…. striving to become the man that Gods calls him to be. The man for me is in God’s word, a reader and a doer; he understands that he is called to be a leader, a protector, a provider. I had to be quite blunt with him; he is not even ready for me. Not just because he does not have a steady job; not just because he stays with family… but because he is OKAY with it. And because he is okay with staying home with the kids while I work. Excuse me?? If I wanted a wife, I would be with a woman! He seems to desire husband-hood (if that is a word) more than he desires manhood. I told him as nicely and sincerely as I know how that he needs to focus on becoming a man before trying to become a husband. 

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 I am not man bashing nor am I talking down on anyone; in fact, the only man who would be offended by this post is the man described above, who demands so much in a woman but lack those qualities himself. As a man, why would you NOT want to lead, protect, and provide for your woman? Nowadays, women are the ones bringing home the bacon and cooking it too.This is not God’s design for family. Many argue that this is a new day; It may be a “new day” but God’s Word is the same today and forever. And it calls for man (not woman) to be the HEAD of his family.

That is all for now

Love, Mizz K ♥

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It’s funny how we sometimes look at other women and envy their bodies, not realizing that same woman is looking at the next woman and envying hers. I was having this conversation with a friend who, like me, has some things she would change about her body if she could. While we both have issues with our bodies, our issues are not the same. Up until recently, I had tried to gain and keep a few extra pounds while she is trying to lose a few pounds. We talk often and are very open with one another about our insecurities as far as our bodies are concerned. Our conversations sometimes go like this (no kidding), “You are so lucky you are small; you would look great in that dress.” “But at least you have big enough breasts to fill out THIS top I wish I could wear”.
Looking at us, most people would probably say our bodies are fine. I’m a size 6 and I’m not sure of her size but she is a well proportioned “thick” woman. In my opinion, she has a wonderful shape; but no matter how much I tell her that, she has to know and feel it for herself. The truth is, a lot of women struggle with this same issue. I’m sure any woman reading this can think of at least one thing about her body that she wishes she could change with a snap of her fingers. Newsflash: That one thing you would pay to change, another woman is dying to have.

This was something I realized after talking to one of my patients. As I was checking her weight, she was complaining about how she hated her body and wanted to lose weight. I could not believe what she was saying because this woman was the definition of what they call a “Brick House”. She had full breasts, a tiny waist, round hips, and a very nice behind. I was literally standing there with my mouth open looking at her hourglass figure. I said, “Girl what are you talking about?? Do you know how many women would love to have your body? People actually pay money to have your shape.” She said she HATED her body and wished her hips and behind were smaller. She went on to say that she had a hard time shopping for clothes, and she couldn’t wear belts because her waist was too small. She also said that she had a hard time with men because she never knew if they were genuinely interested in her or only wanted her for her body. When she gave me all these reasons why she didn’t like her body, all I could say was WOW. I had no idea that women with “perfect” bodies had issues too. After listening to her and talking to others, I found that there are more women who are unhappy with their bodies than there are women who are satisfied. Don’t believe me? Turn on your television. It’s proven in the media, women proudly flaunting their fake breasts and fake behinds. But the thing is, these women have not learned to accept themselves for who they are and how God made them. Meanwhile, these are the same women who most of us are sitting at home wishing we looked like.

I remember seeing certain women and thinking, “Wow I wish I had a body like that!” But I have realized that the best way for me to be unhappy is to compare myself to other people. When you compare yourself to others, you tend to worry about what you don’t have rather than what you do have. Ladies, we have to remember that we were made perfectly in God’s image. We are fearfully and wonderfully made, whether we are size 8 or size 18. God made us who we are. Stop looking at other women and comparing your breasts to hers; and stop comparing your stomach and behind to hers. Stop worrying about the fact that her waste is smaller than yours. Especially if you have had children. Giving birth is a blessing; so thank God for the experience and let the marks be a reminder of that beautiful miracle.

If a healthier body is what you want, then take the necessary steps to make that happen. Maybe diabetes or hypertension run in your family and you want to lower your risk by losing weight; that is a great reason to want to lose weight. But please don’t let your motivation be the girl you see on TV or the woman you saw at the mall that had the “perfect body”. Do not believe society’s definition of a perfect body. A perfect body in my opinion is the body God made just for YOU.

Love, Mizz K ♥

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Thank You

 It was your mean words….

It was your turning your back on me when I needed you most…

It was your telling me that I would turn out just like my mother…

It was your beating me for no reason other than being BORN…

It was your burning my innocent 3 year old fingers on a gas stove…

It was your calling me ugly…

It was your calling me stupid…

It was your calling me B*tch as if it was my name…

It was your talking about me behind my back…

It was your telling me that I would never be anything…

It was your saying that there was no hope for me…

It was your turning your back on my daughter and living the life as if you have no children…

It was your pretending to be my best friend so that I let you in the way I’ve never let anyone in only for you to betray me…

It was your leaving me out & making sure to remind me every chance you got that I was not really apart of the family…

It was your turning your nose up at me because of my dark skin…

It was your selfishness when I loss the one person who was my EVERYTHING and all you could ask was “what did she leave ME??”

It was your telling me that you care nothing for me nor my daughter even though we are your blood…

It was your stealing from me…

It was your touching me in places you knew were forbidden but you were so HORNY & PERVERTED that all you cared about was getting yourself off, forget the fact that I was only a child!!

It was your not liking me for no reason…

It was your envy turned hate…

It was your judging me…

It was your wishing for my failure…

that ALMOST took me out!

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Instead, I grew STRONGER… I worked HARDER…. I pushed FARTHER…. I became DETERMINED to prove all my naysayers wrong.

Most importantly, I ran away from the WORLD and into the arms of my Saviour never to look back. He wiped away my tears that I cried for so long… made me secure in my moments of insecurity. Gave me a sound mind when I should have been crazy. Helped me to love because He first loved me. Taught me to forgive by forgiving me. I have wanted for nothing; He has provided exceedingly and abundantly above all that I can ask or think. He’s favored me, had mercy on me, saved me, blessed me, anointed me, kept me…. elevated me

All in the presence of my Enemies

 -Mizz K ♥

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over, Psalm 23:5 

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