On a recent trip out of town, the flight home was delayed until further notice. There’s little more frustrating than being stuck in a foreign country, running out of power on your laptop with the cable tucked away in the luggage you’d already checked in and knowing that some serious jollof is getting cold at home 🙁 Oh, but I was just about to have a cutieful experience!
There was this posh lady sitting behind, not too far away. She was wearing a peach blouse with those fancy criss-cross cuts at the back that let you see some skin without compromising on her class and stylishness. She looked like a professional with little tolerance for nkwasiasem…not that I had any of that up my sleeves. Her hair was a fortune and her makeup was serious!
I could hear the smile in her voice when she said “bye byeeeeeee” as her bag was being dragged off. “who dared?!” I thought. I turned to look and saw the cutest cutest little girl, made cuter by the fact that she still spoke with the indistinct babble that babies used to make themselves irresistible. “Aaaaaaannnnhhh” I said to myself “That’s why the posh lady didn’t mind!” she smiled and waved at the little cutie as she dragged her bag off and even as the bag fell flat on its expensive face. When the little girl returned, posh lady was begging to carry her, to take a picture to be smiled at whilst she cooed hellooooooo, coootchiieeee cootchieee baaabbiieee. It was pathetic, posh woman was the little cutie’s mercies.
It got me thinking…what if she wasn’t that cute and had skin like a leather bag with ring worms? What if her hair wasn’t kept in cute colorful ribbons because there was no hair at all? What if she looked unkempt and was stained by her unchanged diapers? Would posh lady have been so smitten? Would I have been so excited to get a shot of her? Would I be writing this right now? Frankly I doubt.
Its almost too good to be true to think that in God’s eyes, we’re always that cute and adorable. The smudges of our escapades, the dirt from our sinful adventures and the stench of our weaknesses doesn’t make him any less excited about us. How is it possible that all he sees is irresistible cuteness when we’re so filthy from our determined stupidities? It seriously baffles me! At the same time, it makes the blood of Jesus more precious to me because I know that by that one act of sacrifice and selfless love, all my iniquities are spoken for. As long as I live, to Him, I’ll always be a cute irresistible girl. Wow!
That same realization makes me feel so bad when I do engage in determined stupidities. I feel like I’ve left the tap running and gone out or called China and left the phone on…it’s so gnawing! I pray for the grace to obey and make decisions that honor God whenever I have the chance to. I’m grateful that I’ll always be cute and adorable to him, but oh I crave the privilege of being able to honor him always. God help us all.
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