A wonderful performance

GOD

Imagine yourself in your car at a redlight.

Now imagine an 18 wheeler beside you. Its early morning, sun is just coming up. The

shadow of the 18 wheeler is completely over you.

Which would you rather be hit by; the 18 wheeler, or the shadow of the 18 wheeler?

Realise that God allowed the 18 wheeler to hit Jesus, so that the shadow (which can't

hurt) hit you.

I look at my God

At how big and holy He is,

And I catch this cold feeling

My bones dry up.

But I remember the Love of Christ

And His love infuses into my body and makes new bones and tissues.

And I realise that

With all my sin

It is a blessing I enter His temple and not get struck to death.


~Honeywell

COME AND SEE OH

BLOGSVILLE PEOPLE, PLEASE, COME AND SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS:

Hey shorrie, can i have your number?

A few weeks back, i was driving back from a friend's place, midnight-ish. The weather wasn't too bad, so i rolled down my windows (driver and passenger) to get fresh air. I'm on the phone, talking to a friend of mine, having wonderful conversation. All's good.
I get to this traffic light, still engrossed in the conversation with a guy on the phone. Then, all of a sudden, i hear loud voice bellow:

"HEY, AM I GETTING ANY TONIGHT?"

It was in that instant i knew i was tush, cuz i felt mortified. The word "mortified" probably passed through my brain at the time. I was seriously horrified, felt dirty even. I look to my right, for the source of the hideousness

*moves head to the right*

and there is IT is: the epitome of ghettoness looking at me from the car on my right. He was leaned out so far, half his body was out of the window.

Meanwhile, my brain went into crisis mode and produced a reaction.

"nooo..."

Thats what i did. Said "no" like a child who was told something by his tired and aggravated dad, and is trying to convince himself that it is a lie but is not quite sure of himself.

But it didn't end there.
The guy speaks again:

"CAN I GET YOUR NUMBER SO *OAHDOBL"

*Thats what what he said sounded like. There's nothing like black ghetto southern accent to make you doubt your command of the english language. They always talk like they have ice in their mouth*

There i sat, in the car, feeling angry yet disgusted. The light was still red. My instinct was then to shout. However, these days, you don't know who is carrying a gun. So i held my tongue and rolled up the passenger side window. He said some more things, but i couldn't hear.

Right when i was worried that the guy might do something stupid e.g come out of his car in the middle of the road or something, the light changed. I quickly sped off, while the guy made his right turn and went his way.

UGH!

Maltesers instead of Eclairs

The title kinda explains how i feel. I wanted Eclairs, but got something else.

Ok, so i'm in this new town, and i mentioned in a previous post that i had met a guy here (can't remember what i called him in a previous post, and i'm too lazy to check, so i''ll call him Big boy, or BB. I think i called him "big" something before. whatever sha). Me and BB have been chilling pretty much errday (my cousin thinks the dude likes me). I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with all his attention, so one bright sunny afternoon, i asked him if he was this nice to all his friends. He asked me why. I simply told him how its typical for naija guys to shower all this attention and time and gas and money on a girl if they liked the girl, and that i am not looking for such right now (to be honest, i'm not sure what i want anymore. i think a guy whom i like and who likes me sounds perfect). The conversation was kinda long, and i knew i made him uncomfortable, but i wanted to put my cards on the table, so he knows that if he chooses to continue doing all this stuff for me, he shouldn't be doing it in expectation of some reward.


Anyhoo, so i was chilling the other day at home with my cousin, and decided i needed some excitement (boredom can make you do strange things. Not that i was even bored, i was with BB, but i decided i wanted some drama. lol). So i remember this dude i've seen a couple times, who plays the piano and guitar. Seems to have a certain swagger i like, plus he has this pair of glasses that make him look hot! (dont know when i started liking guys with glasses. or chubby guys. but thats another issue). So i describe the guy to a female friend, and she says that there are two guys that fit my exact description. After much discussion, she decides that i must be talking about Mr. White (MW from now on). She tells me she'll call him and let me know wassup.

I woke up yday to see a missed call and a txt from a number i don't know. Then, i recieve a txt from my friend, telling me that the dude agreed, and she has given him my number. I'm excited, (which makes me feel shameful, dont know why). I dettered from answering his text: i had to find out what my friend had told him, so i know what foot to put forward (You know we guys like to plan). So i am looking forward to night time, when i'm home (after hanging out with BB), to do my thing (dont try me oh, i have game!). But i was about to be surprised.

So BB and i went to the aquarium (i'd never been to one before). Was fun. After we were done, we were in the car, trying to figure out what to do next. I found a way to bring MW into the convo (not hard, seeing as i had been thinking about him). I described MW, the guy i wanted to, BB, while pretending i was asking because of a friend . To my surprise, i found out the guy i admired, MW, was not the guy whom my friend had hooked me up with!!! my goodness! to say i was flabbergasted was an understatement. Turns out the person who now has my number, who i had been looking forward to talking to when i got home, was someone i didn't even know.

So as soon as i got home, i went on fb, and checked BB's friend list. I come across a guy whose name was similar to MW's name, and noted he wasn't my type. I am furiously scanning, looking for the name of this mystery guy, the dude who had my number. Seeing as people change their names on fb (like from "chukwuka madueke" to "Chuck iknowwhatyoulike Madden"), I was getting frustrated, cuz i figured that was why i couldn't find this mystery guy. I txt BB and ask him what the real name of my mystery guy was, last name and all. I went back on facebook and checked again, only to see IT WAS THE GUY WHOM I FIRMLY MARKED IN MY MIND AS NOT BEING MY TYPE.

Wierdly enough, i had asked God if i should ask my friend to hook me up with this guy. God said no. I went ahead and asked my friend, and now i have my friend upset with me cuz apparently this dude, who isn't my type, called her and was complaining that he has tried reaching me and i'm not responding. Meanwhile, the one i want is still at large. I thought i learned by now that God had a sense of humor. I guess not. I still love HIM though. :).

In summary:

Ideal equation: Honeywell + MW

Real equation: Honeywell + Not My Type Guy + Annoyed friend.

REVELATION! REVELATION! REVELATION!!!!!!

Lol. I feel like a town crier.

But i did feel like i got an epiphany to a question that i didn't even know i was asking this afternoon, a question i know some of us struggle with, or have wondered about at one point in time or the other.

Ever wondered what happened to the people in the old testament? You know, who didn't have a chance to meet or even hear about Jesus and therefore get saved that way? Well, read 1 Peter chapter 3 vs 18-20.

In my bible (which is actually for kids, but whatever!), it reads:

"....He was put to death in the body but made alive by the Spirit, through whom also he went and preached to the spirits in prison who disobeyed long ago when God waited patiently in the days of Noah while the ark was being built...."

All i can say is, since God ministers to us differently based on where we are in life, i can only pray that the Lord minister to you better than he did to me concerning this question. AMEN.

Love,
Honeywell

PS: COME ALL YE, COME ONE AND ALL! And read my previous post. Women, please don't be upset with me, but we need the truth y'all!

PPS: I wonder how old y'all think i am. *giggles*
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In The Middle Of Physics

Don't worry, my title isn't supposed to be some great mystery you have to unravel. Its simply what i am doing now: helping my cousin with physics.

Time: 1.23am, central time.

Was roaming on blogsville while i let him attempt to solve some questions, and i decided to drop a note.

For one thing, UNWRITTEN IS BACK!
Ok, thats enough about her :)

I actually want to comment on something. Something i was told about 2 months ago that really changed the way i thought about a lot of things.

Have you ever thought about why its hard to be a single mother? I mean, really thought about it?
There are many reasons why some would say its hard:

1. There's only one income coming in
2. Raising kids is hellish
3. And on and on the list goes.

But do you know why its hard for a single mother, even if money wasn't an issue?




















Its because we women were never designed to be heads of the household.
And when you aren't created to do something, logic dictates thats it generally harder to do it.


What do i mean exactly? Well, the bible says we women should submit to our husbands. I know, i know, right there i can feel all the independent women in the house raising hell. Calm down. I was once part of your group, and so i can feel you indignation. Just hear me out.



In the world we live in today, the "Independent woman" is celebrated. Who is she? The woman who is a top exec, has her own car, own house, and all that shebang. You know? She has her stuff together, at least to the eyes of the world. But haven't you noticed how unhappy those women usually are? I kid you not, if you read up the autobiography of accomplished, single/multiple divorced women, they all sing the same sad tune at the end of the day.

Why is that?

Its because they weren't created to be all that. Now, am i saying its wrong to have all those things? No. Not at all. As long as your priorities are straight.

Submitting to your husband does NOT mean you become his doormat. It simply means his word goes. Thats all. And if you know how to use your womanly power, it simply means what you want gets done, even though "his word" goes. :)

But lemme get back to the original matter at hand. Women were created to be taken care of, and the men to be the caretakers. Food for thought: its generally easier for women to give their lives to Christ than men. Why? Because God promises to take care of our needs. Women like to be taken care of. Do the math.

On the other side of the coin, why don't we ever hear about single dads? Cuz its not like they aren't out there. They are. When we do hear about them, however, we generally (and i stress generally) hear about how nice it would be for the children to have a mother figure, but thats about it. The children are generally well taken care of. Why? because men were created to be heads of the house.

My fellow women, this was a bitter pill for me to swallow. But i have learnt, at my young age, thats God's will must be done, regardless. So its either you get with the program, or get frustrated. Try to rule over your husband, and he'll most likely make you unhappy, or leave. Try to do the single woman thing, and the pleasure lasts, but only for a moment.

Why? Cuz you weren't cut out for alla dat.


~Honeywell.