Wow,
It’s been exactly a month that I updated my blog, men I really must get the hang of this thing. Looks like work and the other elements that make Lagos the greatest energy sapper city of all time has gotten the best of me. But I am learning it’s not the big things that matter or the length of the blog, it’s the little things that are consistent that really count.
I'm having one of those weeks where you had it all planned by Sunday evening, prepared all your schedules and cancelled all the distractions that can slowly creep up on you and slow you down; its Friday morning and my list of to do's seem to have changed to a "will likely not be done" list.
But back to the little consistent things theory, its popular to make a statement by doing the big things, saving the best for last as is described by a lot of people, but the truth is that if you ain’t faithful in the little things then the big things are either a flop or hypocritically received gesture.
Take the valentine season for instance, its popular for us guys to start researching on the perfect gift for that special lady, you're trying to remember if she digs chocolate and isn’t trying to keep her figure, would you be going too far in getting her a Victoria secret set or will she really appreciate the roses that you had specially selected for her.
But the truth is that if you've been faithful in the little of buying her gifts for crazy occasions like our first mid night call anniversary or first date anniversary or just one of those days when she crossed your mind while you were at the mall, then picking the right gift for the big one wouldn't even be a big deal. Cos the truth is that most times, the only seasons dedicated to the purchase of gifts for our so called heartthrobs are their birthdays, Valentine’s day and Christmas; of course there the anniversary too if we are not subtly reminded by them to do it.
Bros, I am not an expert in heart issues but the little I have gathered, a woman will respect you when you show this acclaimed love in doing the little things, the small gifts spontaneously given to create a bond between the both of you; the little time spent daily together either on the phone, the internet or at home together. If these little gestures are missing, then the Valentine bug that bites just for a day would probably be there to bite you too just for that day and the essence of the gifts loses its true value for the rest of the year.
For the woman and sometimes the men, the Valentine season just tops the roller coaster ride that we’ve been having in the relationship; the Love we have both confessed to each other by our little actions is blown up for everyone to see who means the most in our lives. When a gal, whose been totally drenched by the droplets of your daily affection wakes up on valentine day, she’s not thinking about what she’s gonna get on the day cos there’s probably nothing you may get her that she doesn’t already have, there’s no need to prove to her whose the one ; because time and time again, you have shown her that she alone unlocks the keys to your imagination center; at that moment whatever you present doesn’t really matter; It’s the heart of the giver that counts.
When our Lord Jesus Christ stood crucified to the cross and the populace of Israel watched him die, their heart moved with empathy that was unquestionable; it wasn’t because he was the first to be nailed on the cross neither was he the first so called “rebel”(careful about the word) to be slaughtered, I believe for the first time in their lives they saw a man who woke every morning doing good to his fellow man, who made it a habit to heal the sick, feed the hungry, discuss with people. His consistency in doing these things had brought him to this moment of shame and ridicule; he’d told them that the best way for them to live was for him to die and right here in front of them all he had given his greatest gift….HIS OWN LIFE…now that’s truly saving the best for LAST.
Oops, time up, I gotta go do a little thing in the toilet, so it won’t be surprised when I land him the big one.
Signing Out
Ocharlyie
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