God for President

I told God that I needed a counselor, someone I could talk to who could relate to me and my problems and understand what it's like to be a divorced, single parent of two teenagers, with over one hundred thousand dollars in student loan debt. I told God to send a counselor who can give me a fresh perspective and insight on how I can reach the next phase of my life goals and dreams without feeling angry, stuck, depressed and bitter. I told God to make sure that this person is wise, smart, compassionate, down-to-earth, and sincere; and most importantly God; I told Him-make sure that my counselor is an African American woman. Yes. I reminded God that He is in heaven and He doesn't have the opportunity to come down to earth much-but race and gender matters here on earth where I come from-- and I need someone who knows what it feels like to be a big, dark-brown, woman in a society that values small, petite and white skin. God, I need someone who could understand what it feels like to be a minority from a working class family in a racist, white male dominated society.