How I met Him!

I had waited years after months after weeks after days after hours, every second of each minute. I inched towards the door, ready to open it but she pulled my hands and whispered, "Just a moment". Every time I tried, she kept doing the same thing in the same way, consistently, with her resounding voice, not exactly assertive. Mild I'll call it. At some points, I just didn't believe her anymore, "Who is asking her?" I asked myself. So I just went ahead, took another step forward and she looked at me as though pleading: almost saying 'You'd rather not do that'. I really wanted to know what was behind the door especially because she was restraining me. The more she did, the more furious I became. It spurred me to want to turn the knob and jar it open. At a particular time, she tried her tactic again. I shouted at her and went ahead so she'd know that I could do it myself. I made up my mind to show her this once. As she pulled my hands, I yanked them off and I opened the door. She suddenly recoiled and I was happier for it: I had defeated her. At last she understood that I could choose to do as I willed. But as soon as I entered it, the story changed...

It took a while… I was scratched, I wasn't wounded so it didn't feel exactly painful. The scratches felt more peppery than painful. I buried my head in my shame and went back. She was still there looking at me like nothing happened at all. I simply sat still, not even uttering a word, more concerned about how I felt than about what was going on. As though she was hearing something I wasn't, she began to unpack, clean, pack some, rearranging everything around. She sprayed some air freshener… 'wow!' I couldn't hold that back, I concluded it smelled good. She mopped the floor and wiped the walls. It looked beautiful, like I'd never seen it before. After she was done, calmly, she came to me and told me that I needed to take a bath. Who was I not to concur?

I heeded and followed her into the most beautiful bathroom I've ever seen. I couldn't keep quiet, 'wow!' I said again and suddenly, I heard 'incorrect entry, please try again". I wanted to laugh but so it won't misunderstand me again, I swallowed it and when I could, I said "warm water". A screen appeared displaying the various ranges of temperature, picked my choice and from an almost invisible opening, water came rushing out. I took a cue, followed instructions, and before I knew it, I was dressed up, nothing excessive or elaborate, just simply. By the time I got back the entire place was looking exquisite. I wondered where it all came from so suddenly but couldn't ask. While I was still wondering, a knock came on the door and she said "I'll answer that". As I waited to see who the guest was, the door was pushed open and he stood at the door carrying a bouquet of flowers. I was more than dumbfounded; I was awestruck, almost fainting, even...Finally!

Musings...

Growing everyday, depending on who, we still see things in new lights and venture into things as much as possible. we learn too and really become something out of what we do daily. revelation is progressive...beyong anything else, not just in our walk with God but in all that pertains to us and how life is lived is daily revealed. If I'm asked what God is saying to me right now as in general terms, I might not state exactly but I know what God is saying about various things where I'm concerned. these days, I dont read my bible everyday, neither do I pray everyday but its in my consciousness what God means to me and the value of what He 'thinks' about the things i do and somehow, my answers still emanate from the word when i need any. I'm not justifying not doing these things but that's the way it's been, neither am i saying that it has to be but more than anything else, i choose to know the heart of God. A lot of things also push you out of comfort, out of laziness to work, occurence push me as a person to do certain things at different times, moods or dispositions push me to write. whatsoever it is such that it pushes, the major thing is that it's about God. Whatever it is, it is God. And for whatever reasons I do the things I do, it is God! I do many things at times and I ask myself why. i think at some points it doesnt make sense cos people rarely are able to pay back that coin; do that kinda thing for you. at times they do it to your face and you just smile back yet deep down you just wan'shout. But i can't remove the truth that I'm me, I give myself the reasons why i do the things i do, it makes me even more unique that others wouldnt do them. i pride myself in that cos it just explains better how that i'm wired so differently. if i were like them, then there wouldn't be much to me 'cos i'll produce the same results.

i think about God daily, about people all around me how some are so sweet and special, some are just there, some I'd rather run away from, some i wan'have around all the time, i think about school - how that i want it over over and done with and the things i really wan'do with my self - how to begin or how to continue cos i think i've begun,................musings

"when the dogs bite

when the bees sting

when i'm feeling sad

i simply remember my favourite things

and then i don't feeeeeeeeeeeeeel sooooooooo sad.............

alright i'm not feeling sad.....!!!!

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