Because Love Is Patient

Because Love Is Patient

On to your marks, get set, GO!!! But wait…

That was me trying to take love too fast and got a false start

But I still went on with that disqualified race because everyone around me was a medalist with a lady to show for it and I was only a finalist who wouldn't make a team because I was always alone.

I was sick and tired of being the third runners up, always this close, but only if I could hurry up.

I knew love is PATIENT but I couldn't ADMIT it, so I TREATED the SYMPTOMS with haste and DISCHARGED lust instead. Letting something that is supposed to be divine, be defined by being defiled, deflowered perhaps.

Met this woman who was wrong from the start and I knew it, but I still went on.

Now I know they say you cannot judge a book by its cover, but her story was written on just one page, the cover page, Which was folded so many times that it looked like a book. Yes looked like.

She looked like a Christian, crucifix hanging between her cleavage which was conveniently revealed from the first time we met.

Looked like she went to church, her phone switched off on Sunday mornings.

Looked like she was baptized, still drenched and always had a bottle of something that looked like mineral water but didn't quite smell like it.

Looked like.

She had many piercings in her ears so she looked like she would listen to my sentiments when I spoke from my heart…

…but I became anemic because I was always pouring my heart out to punctured ears; bleeding.

I needed to touch the hem of his garment so that he would heal my issue. So I took my condition to the Lord and he gave me a new vascular system so that he would flow in every part of me. Then he transfused the blood of the lamb into me, in essence gave me new life because life is in the blood.

My mind was renewed, my system rebooted, bad chic booted, put on boots, I mean feet got booted for this new walk with Christ. Had to go back to the Genesis to start a new.

Then I got to chapter 2 vs 18. That it is not good for man to be alone. But I needed to know, first my master, my mission then my mate.

So I skipped that and went on to seek after God, became a man after God’s own heart that in the process I would find hers. And it would be a gift because it would be hidden deeply in him.

And we know that every good and perfect gift comes from above from the father of lights, so when this queen would come down, I’d know “that’s wassup”.

You see, she would find no shame in saying she finds joy in sharing the Jesus she found salvation in.

Like the virtuous woman in proverbs 31 she would extend her hands to the poor and reach out her hands to the needy…I mean she would reach me.

Selfless she would be because it’s no longer her who lives but Christ through her. Her spirit would passionately antagonize secularism so she is not lukewarm; rather she would radiate the heat that burns in her heart for Christ.

Her inner beauty would overflow to her physical, MAID in God’s image so she’s always working in his presence and yes, MADE in God’s image, God’s beauty humanized in her. The thought of her would light up above my head like a bright idea.

She would be smart, intelligent and sharp, no need to prove a point.

And when she MAKEs UP her mind, her thoughts are still REAL,

Not CAKED UP in compromise or deceitful FOUNDATION.

Her eyes…her smile…her eyes and smile would amplify exponentially her face value,

Such angelic beauty, doesn't matter what fragrance I couldn't afford, she would be the SCENT from heaven,

And yes, she would be “SENT from heaven

And she’d know that it is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God.

Not just swooned by my going down on one knee to propose but by my kneeling down on both knees to pray.

And she would be moral; knowing her physical beauty but still covering it up in decent clothing taking care not to stumble a brother.

She wouldn't’ need a trashy fashion STATEMENT because she’s got the WORD – clothed in righteousness. Would not find her identity in mere reflections but the word of God would be her mirror, reflecting upon it daily because it is the manual from her manufacturer…

And I, I am going back to that manual as well because it is in here that the Manufacturer also specifies compatibility and comparability.

That she would have to be the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh otherwise she would just be a transplant susceptible to inevitable graft versus host rejection.

That she would have to be made from my rib, so that in essence she is just a part of me that returns and collectively we are part of that body of which Christ is the head.

That I would have to be patient; learning the lessons of love from him who loved the world so much that he gave his only son as ransom that we may be made wholesome. Him who is patient with mankind, that despite our sins His compassion still fails not.

That I will His righteousness first seek and not cease to chase after His heart after I find hers.

That until by sign and law she has become my mother’s daughter-in-law, in a ceremony with witnesses and God’s blessings, we would not come too close as to be drawn away by our own desires.

We will live right in his sight; sit at his right hand where there are pleasures forever more, not in private pleasure our own selves.

Brick by brick with Christ as the cornerstone we will seek to build a home, not find a room.

But until that time comes, I will have to be patient

Not treating symptoms with haste and discharging lust instead

Because love is patient.