Not my Choice
Growing up, I was a very stubborn kid. I grew up from a very strict background. My mother was a serious displinarian... These are cliche statement to many of us when starting out our inspirational stories. Whose mother was not strict wanting things be done a certain way...her way? This though, makes me wonder what my daughter/s will say of me.
Yes I am blessed to have a man who loves and cherishes me. July happens to be the month we first met years ago.
You see, My husband-the father of my kids wasn't my choice...you heard right. He was not my type.
Why and how you ask?
Let me take you step by step into this sensitive matter.
Many ladies out there fill their diaries with so many fantacies:their kind of men is one of their most important issue.
God fearing, tall dark and handsome, understanding, kind, honest and faithful, financially stable, social... you name it. I was part of that crew. My major one different from the most obvious was my philosophy of ' one can never marry a stranger.'
As it is though, I beat almost all the rules of this game.
He turned out to be brown and I really thank God for my kids inherited this purely from him. Don't get me wrong, black is beauty.
I did Not want a leader in the church for i imagined them to be hypocrites though on the other hand I wanted one who loved God more than he loved me. Buddy..., I must attest to this, he is ever in church and in almost every important church committee.
His Area of origin and profession/career was just out of my world. I have however come to love the both of them. Farming is in large-scale there and we actually contribute to the country's food basket. His career on the other hand makes me feel at ease and satisfied...if you may...protected.
I did not want anyone into politics. But there he was, doing the campaigns during our honeymoon in the house first. He actually made me be so concerned about current affairs and keep up the latest news by my own and as a result, became an academician if that name still exists.
I hated last borns as well as people in control, manipulative n authoritative especially to me cause I was used to being in control and responsible but...there I was, with another first born. Little did I know that that was my best bargain. You see, a lady always wants to feel that the man is in control that way she knows she is protected. Its no wonder our fathers were the typical male chauvinists. It was part of being a man you know. I'm glad though mine is a blend of both civilization, maturity and religious. He is my best example of a a responsible family man
I actualy wanted a Clean guy but I got a clean freak instead. Just imagine. I'm still leaning to be cleaner than him if you know what I mean.
Ambitious. You see, I am one person who is easily pulled down so I needed someone who actually helps me dream bigger to pull me up. This I got right.
A friend for a stranger. Among the men I was to consider, he was the stranger and I couldnt even think of giving him a chance for that reason. However, I came to realize that Marriage is lifetime dating. So a friend will still be a stranger even in 10 years together, we learn each other daily building our friendship and growing our relationship with each other by the day.
These however are the things that drew us closer. I realized I needed protection, a priest, a variety for life especially for eye opening and for better opportunities. You see, if I grew up in Nairobi for instance, go to school there and marry and raise a family there, there's just no way I'll grow up or get out of my comfort zone. I'll actually probably die poor there for not opening my mind and inner eyes for the things that come with variety- the spice of life.
The most important point that I considered moreover was the soulmate aspect. It was not in my diary list of course but God brought it up with some conviction. Have you thought of someone today and decided to call over a matter and as you are trying to dial that number he calls with the same same issue?!
How long can that coincidence last?!
If I had allowed my self to fall in love, I would definitely have failed terribly because I'd go for physical. I.e. what the eye can see and the hand feel. But I decided to walk in love where I could grow with God and here I am...enjoying the lord's doing.
Important to note: We need to listen to God's small and still voice, thus we shall go far and hit it right.
He surely wasn't my choice But GOD'S Choice.
Let's always remember ask for His WILL to be done that way we can accept his choice.
Blessings!