Much Ado About Valentine’s Day

The much expected and talked about Valentine’s Day has come and gone, along with the tweets, BBM personal messages and jokes. The strong survived.

I’m not a “Val” person. Yes, that’s right; I’m one of those who believe in expressing love every single day. However, marriage is about two people, not one, so in the spirit of love, the expectations of one’s spouse should not be cut short.

2 weeks before Valentine, my Blackberry group, Wise Wives, was discussing Valentine plans. Amidst talks of Victoria’s Secret, edible underwear and fluffy handcuffs, I put forth my simple package: a nice meal, a new duvet set from Beddings ‘n’ Beyond, my favourite lingerie, and super-amazing acrobatic sex. Easy enough to pull off, right?

The best laid plans of Mice and Men go oft awry. I did order the sheets, and as I was making the bed, hubby came home!! I had to run out of the bedroom and “block” him in the living room, dancing around him and managing to keep him there until he left after handing me a beautiful red velvet cake, and eating his lunch. Phew, close one!


Anyways, he asked me not to bother cooking (the baby and tons of work from the office had tired me out anyway), he was taking me out for Nkwobi, yaaaay!

Guess what? The place was closed. So we had to have Shawarma for dinner, eventually. Not quite what I’d envisaged.

On the bright side, his jaw did drop at the sight of the new bedding. In fact, days later, he’s still very pleased. After we finally put baby to bed, I showered and put on said lingerie, and we got into our pretty bed…and slept off, straight till morning; so much for acrobatics.

Oh well, things didn’t go as planned, but God is still God. And that’s what matters :p


I Wonder…


I wonder what it feels like to go to church and hear the Word of God without any intention of obeying it…

Spending Monday to Saturday cutting corners at work, telling lies, having sex with my boyfriend, then waking up early to make it to church on Sunday…

I wonder what I would say, kneeling to pray. Would I say, “God I’m sorry”, knowing, come Monday, I’d be doing it all again?

And then the strain of sitting through the service, knowing it’s all a sham and God sees right through me even though people do not…

Why would I even go to church on Sunday and pretend to honour Jesus, when I twist a knife in His heart all week? Better to stay at home, no?

Jesus said, “You are my friends if you get dressed and endure 2 hours in church every Sunday.” NOT.

Jesus said, “You are my friends if you keep my commandments.”

Jesus said, “If you love me, defend me by attacking anyone who makes jokes about me.” NOT.

Jesus said, “If you love me, keep my commandments.”

Growing up I thought everyone who went to church was a friend of Jesus. I didn’t realise He had enemies.

“I have often told you, and now tell you with tears in my eyes, that many live as the enemies of the cross of Christ…” #Word

“…In the end they will be destroyed. Their own emotions are their god, and they take pride in the shameful things they do. Their minds are set on worldly things.” #Word

“Keep your servant from deliberate sins! Don’t let them control me. Then I will be free of guilt and innocent of great sin.” #Word

“May the words from my mouth and the thoughts from my heart be acceptable to you, O Jehovah, my rock and my defender.” #Word