Dear Friends,
Sigh..so sorry I couldn’t start the series yesterday…you know those aliens that abduct your data plan *side eye* Well in had a run in with one of those.
Anyway so we are starting today with an amazing woman.. The Fashionista.
I met this woman in 1997 same class in High School..got really close in ’99 and then life happened but i can confidently say we have been friends for 14 years.
She is a Fashion Blogger by Night, Banker by Day and a Shopping Addict at weekends (rolling my eyes). She is also a Sunday school teacher and an aspiring writer.
This Gifted, Smart, Beautiful and amazingly Kind nerd got her arm twisted (oh yes..im the bully :D) to share a little bit of her journey to self with us. I have no doubt a lot of us have been and probably are in this address and I pray the Lord will always give us understanding and help us grow in the knowledge of His unconditional love.
Here She goes :
When I heard about the Women of Purpose Series, I was excited. Real people sharing real experiences, something I can relate to. Then I heard I would be one of the 6 women. Ha! If onyeka had seen my face ehn, she would have “dis-friended” me. Armed to the teeth with my quiver full of “I’m too shy” arrows and my “I can’t do this” grenade on standby, I was ready to go to war with Onyeka. But then the panic attack subsided and I remembered; I can’t do one thing or two or a few. I can do ALL things.
So here I am writing this post….
Technically, my walk with Christ began the day I was born. I was fortunate enough to be born to Christian parents and they brought me up in the way of the Lord. I accepted Jesus as my saviour when I was 12. Did I fully understand the import of that decision? At that age, most likely not. But with each passing year, I learnt and grew in him. Then I went to the university. For 4 years, I watched people party, do drugs, drink alcohol, get pregnant, get rid of it…and I judged. In retrospect I must confess, I was such a self-righteous, goody 2 shoes, judgmental christian.
A few years after I graduated, I got the much anticipated “freedom”. I started going out more often, made new friends, kept the old ones close. The ugly duckling transformed into a swan. The swan fell in love and BAM! Life as she knew it changed completely. I couldn’t wait for his calls, laughed silly at his jokes, eagerly checked my phone for his messages. He quickly became my everything, my “mini-god”, and everything revolved around him. But being human, he couldn’t keep up with my ridiculous expectations and he slipped up on one. I quickly ended things…being immature and all, thinking it would make him sit up and come begging. Two weeks later, I went begging him to take me back…give us one more chance. His firm NO was like a slap to my face.
For months, I pined over him, cried, cursed myself and my childishness, prayed to God to bring him around…begged for one more chance. Without him I felt so alone, confused, disoriented, like I had lost my identity. I felt like I needed him to complete me and make me whole. My friends got sick and tired of listening to me whine (I think the only reason they put up with me is ’cause when I’m sane, I’m pretty much amazing 😉 ). A sip of vodka helped ease the pain, a cup helped deaden it. I partied hard, but it didn’t help. The morning after pain was the worst!
Cover of Redeeming Love
For some reason, I was pushed to read Francine Rivers’ “Redeeming Love” again, and I saw clearly what was happening to me. Like Angel, I had replaced God with this “mini-god”. I had let my happiness and joy depend on him, so without him I was sad, depressed and almost lifeless. I knew I needed to take a drastic step. So, just like Angel did, I walked away. From the heartache, the sadness, I kept my distance from him, deleted him from my blackberry (yes, drastic measures). I focused more on God. I told him all my problems, shared my pains with him, cried in his presence, asked him to take away my pain.
It didn’t happen overnight, I still feel sad, wonder if I’ll love again, cry sometimes, but ultimately I’m reminded that he has beautiful plans for my life and I stop worrying. I’m not where I want to be, but I’m slowly getting there. Before I gave everything up to God, I had crossed many lines. Mention it, I’m sure I’ve done it. I’ve been in shoes, the weight of which staggered me and I’ve learnt not to judge people. So many people have faced situations so tough they need to be awarded badges of honor for surviving. I used to be so innocent. I’m not anymore. I’ve made mistakes, I still do. I’m undeserving, but his mercy remains available for me. I try to live consciously, live right and live for him. It won’t be easy, but I’m going to keep at it.
I’d like to share my favorite bible verse with you…Luke 1:37. “For with God, nothing shall be impossible”. It reminds me that God is bigger than any problem and situation and he cares about everything that concerns us, down to the last strand of hair on your head. So, act like you know.
“I’m a christian, I’m not holier than thou, I’m just a simple sinner who received God’s good grace, somehow.” – Maya Angelou.