Compliments of the season to you all! 2014 has been an awesome year for us all. Glad you’re alive and reading this. I’m about to share one of my favorite moments of this year with you. It was totally amazing.
Ever wondered how your Boyfriend would propose to you? Or how you’ll propose to your “Bae”? Did you at any point Google steps on how to propose? Did you get any ideas or imitated wedding proposals that you heard of or saw? How did you propose to your spouse? Did His proposal make you melt? Did it shake you to the cores of your Being? Was it outrageous it made you want to puke and slap his face? Or when she said “No” you wanted to strangle her for wasting your time, love and MONEY?
I recently heard of an Orient who proposed to his “Bae” with 99 iPhones in the shape of Love at a subway station and still got a NO. My “Big Sis” planned a Surprise birthday Party for her boyfriend and He put a Ring on her finger before the same Guests she had invited for the birthday Party (the “Surpriser” became Gopsmacked). My Boss/Mentor proposed to his Lady at an Award ceremony (Awwwwnn). And me? I didn’t exactly propose to the Lady, I only treated her to a live cover of Tye Tribetts’ “Chasing After You” at a Dinner Engagement.
Oh Boy… I was on Cloud 89.
It ended before it even started.
Moving on… this past Christmas season, I got engaged. Yes! Yes!! I got engaged to the most amazing person in the whole wide world. It’s refreshing to know that after all i have been through, i can actually find love and i can actually be in love. I’m seeing things differently now. Clearly. Thoroughly. I’m seeing things through someone Elses’ eyes. I have my Lover’s eyes. I now totally understand why my male friends are smitten and act like they’ll die because of their Girlfriends. I can actually, really, in the real sense, literarily die for the Love of my Life. I love Love.
I call her Emmanuell(a). Emmanuell(a) has been in my life for a very long time. I just didn’t pay attention.
I ignored her calls.
I didn’t pay attention to her texts (which were always in Red).
Her Words I blew off.
But no, Emmanuell(a) was patient with me.
Emmanuell(a) was there through the thick and thin.
Emmanuell(a) held me like my Mother never did when i got a devastating Doctor’s report.
Emmanuell(a) still chased after me when I chased after Someone else.
Emmanuell(a) waited. Patiently. Bidded her time.
Watched. Kept tabs. (thinking about it now, I’m glad She was there). I would only turn to her when I felt depressed (because I knew she had the right words to say), Angry (because I knew She had a way of soothing me with warm Whispers that would caress my small cheeks and the depths of my mind with words my earlobes would quake at), broke (because her wallet was always full. She’s a MV… Mobile Vault). I only needed her when things turned sour. She was well aware of me using her for only benefits and She never asked, demanded anything in return. Emmanuell(a) only wanted my love. And I didn’t give it.
I realized I was selfish and blind when all the lovers I ran after deleted me from bbm, blocked me on Whatsapp, deleted and Blocked me on Facebook, rejected my calls, sent hate mails, stole from me, blackmailed me, gossiped amongst other things. Whew! She (Emmanuell(a)) told me she just smiled because She knew I would return to her. I was Hers and Hers alone.
Everything changed on Christmas day. We were in my room, on my bed. She told me She’d die for me. Went on one knee and proposed. I was shocked. Speechless. I Couldn’t find words. My throat was dry. I choked a few times. She gave me a ring. She told me to wear it in me, not on Me. Weird huh? I know. That was the amazing part of the Proposal. This is ring “breathtakingly” beautiful.
So I know it is weird for a girl to propose, yeah? I see no harm in it at all. It is amazing. It is beautiful. I’m not talking about a girl though. I’m talking about the Messiah. Emmanuel. Our Savior, Jesus Christ. Every Christmas day, I see Him as God’s Proposal to Man. I see Him as the very anchor. The Bridge. He loves me. He cherishes me. He’s jealous for me. He fights for me. He talks to me. He hugs me and gives me the rest I have always deserved.
And the Ring? The Holy-Spirit. He’s the assurance that gives me peace. The sweet-fullness of his words reassures me that my name isn’t just a name. Its ITEOLUWAKISHI. He cares about me and everything between the first letter I and the last letter.
God is Mushy about Me.
God is Mushy about You.
Yes, You Dear.
– Written by Kishi
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