4 years! Has it really been 4 years? I mean, it feels like it was just yesterday that I was power walking my way through Chelsea High street. It wasn’t the hottest of days but with the step of each foot, I began to feel first my back, then my forehead, turn moist with sweat. It was a familiar feeling as prior to that day, I had spent, what seemed to have been an eternity, in the gym. So this feeling of intense heat wasn’t new. There was only one slight problem. I was on my way to a wedding ceremony. MINE. Add to the fact that I was almost 45 minutes late, I was headed for disaster. Just week’s prior to that day, a friend of mine was devastated when she couldn’t get married for the EXACT same reason. But did I learn my lesson? No! I’m Nigerian, through and through dont’cha know?
Never the less, I made it. This day, 4 years ago, I married my sweet heart and my best friend. I MADE IT! But it’s funny because I almost never made it… sort of. You see just 3 years earlier; I wanted to hide myself from the world. Or as I had put it to my connexions advisor at the time, I wanted to be “sectioned” because I didn’t think I was fit enough or worthy enough for the “sane” world. And all because someone I thought was the one, told me he wasn’t actually ready for a relationship. (More about that one, another time!)
Had I have caught a glimpse into what my future held, there is no way I would have been so dramatic. (Give me a break, I was only 19!) If I, at that point in time, put my trust in the creator and not the created (that someone!) I wouldn’t have been so distraught. Had I have taken the time to invest in a deeper, more intimate relationship with God; I would have been awakened to the reality of His comfort and His care especially in my time of need.
“There is no fear in love; perfect love drives out all fear…” 1 John 4:18 GNT
That perfect love IS God’s love for you and I. When we are awakened to who He is in our darkest moments, His peace surpasses all our understanding. When we trust God, we allow Him to paint a picture more beautiful than the finest Picasso, Monet or Banksy. (Art isn’t my strongest point either so bear with me!)
So here I am 4 years later. More in Love with my sweet heart than ever but even more in Love with my Father and even more grateful for the outcome
I don’t have a time machine, (as I’m sure you already know.) but if I did, I would tell the younger, not so smart, (size 10) me to FIX UP! I would tell “me” that despite the pain of rejection, God still had plans to prosper me and bring about a future greater than I had ever hoped for. And I would hope “young” me would listen to a slightly older, more beautiful, size 8, 26” waist “me.” (Listen, the bible says we walk by faith and not by sight so don’t judge me!)
So, what I would suggest to “young “ me or anyone else who has gone through a difficult break up would be to:
Drop the sad songs and pick up a hobby – Boxing is a great option, burn that fat and kick some ass (or the imaginary ass of that ex!)
Friends, Friends, Friends! – Call them, meet up, eat with them, pray with them, cry with/to them, just spend TIME with them.
Turn not from the left or to the right- Set some goals that will take your mind of the past and stick with them
Last and not least- Steep yourself in God’s world so that in His appointed time, You will be elevated or like me, meet your Mr Right that makes the past “one” nothing but a distant memory!
Keep your head up dudes!