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sent her flawed merchandise. So she was content with dating as many men as need be in order to get to that perfect man God had for her.
    â€œNow I am old school when it comes to having dinner ready and serving up my man’s plate and all that,” Tamarra stated, “but like the young sister said at the meeting, only when he’s my husband. A husband who’s bringing home the bacon so that I can fry it in the pan and put it on a plate. That’s one thing I can say about that no good ex of mine, Edward made good money, and he wasn’t stingy with it. I didn’t mind cooking his food and preparing his plate because he tipped well.” Both Tamarra and Paige laughed. “Anyway, ain’t nary one of these men my husband for me to be fixing their plates. But I’ma let the Lord use me however He wants for now. But you best believe Sister Deborah and Mother Doreen are going to hear my opinion about this.”
    â€œI guess I can go ahead and let God use me without complaint,” Paige shrugged, “but if they want seconds, they’re getting up off of their behinds and fixing it themselves, because I’m eating me a hot meal.”
    Paige and Tamarra made their way back into the fellowship hall where everyone was waiting for the food to be blessed by Mother Doreen.
    â€œBefore I bless the food,” Mother Doreen started, “I’d like to first thank the members of New Day Temple of Faith Singles Ministry for planning this wonderful event. I know God’s heart is so pleased at how you all came together to see to it that it was a glorified event in His eyes. For those of you singles who have yet to join the ministry, we thank you for receiving our invitation. We hope that the fellowship you engage in tonight will encourage you to want to become members of the ministry, where we support, encourage, and even hold one another accountable. Because Satan has so many weapons he tries to attack the single saints with, like the spirit of lust. And to know that we have sisters, and hopefully some new brothers, there to touch and agree with us in prayer, we can send those demons to flight. Amen?”
    â€œAmen,” the thirty-five persons in attendance declared.
    Mother Doreen blessed the food and the hands that prepared it, then the festivities began. Every one dug in and looked to be enjoying the food and the company. It blessed Mother Doreen’s heart to see how the dinner had come together so well after getting through all the bickering. Once the prospective date had been set on the church calendar and the pastor had approved the idea, she and Deborah worked together almost daily to make sure that the event went on without a hitch.
    Of course there were a few glitches when two women both signed up to bring corn pudding. They fussed about who had signed up first. Mother Doreen resolved the matter by convincing one to make fried corn instead. Once that matter was water under the bridge, there came the issue with the Church Program and Newsletter Ministry failing to list the dinner in the Sunday program for two weeks straight. But it was now obvious that hadn’t affected the successful turn out.
    All singles had been invited to attend, whether they were actual members of the Singles Ministry or not. And when several RSVPs were received from singles who weren’t members, including ten men, the members were hopeful that the ministry would grow . . . with more men, of course. Nonetheless, the turnout could be counted a success.
    â€œSo, Sister Tamarra,” said Maeyl, a gentleman who served on the New Day’s Tape and Sound Booth Ministry. He swallowed a forkful of macaroni and cheese before continuing. “You made this mac and cheese, huh?”
    â€œI sure did. It’s my great grandmother’s recipe. My husband . . .” Tamarra caught herself, then cleared her throat. “My ex-husband used to love it.”
    â€œWell, I don’t blame him.