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Of thwarted plans and amazing blessings

31 Dec

We plan, but sometimes our well laid out plans are foolishness to the ultimate Master Planner, God.

Today I got the greatest reminder of this old adage, and I had to take a step back and smile.

When I was planning my vacation and booking flights, I purposely planned it such that I would be in Kenya by the night of 30th December, so that I could drive down to the countryside on 31st in time to usher in the New Year with my mainest, Mama Carole, as has been tradition. I have always spent my holidays with mummy; just the two of us and New Year’s Eve has always been a day of thanksgiving and lots of prayer at home. You could say I’m a bit of a mummy’s girl 🙂

This year however, I felt the need to begin to slowly be my own person by doing my own thing and learning not to be too dependent on her strength. Therefore I compromised with myself; I would do me for Christmas and be home for New Year’s Eve Prayers, jet-lag or no jet-lag. Funny enough, Mummy was completely unbothered with how torn I was. “Go have fun with your friends. You deserve to be happy. You work too hard”, she said; leaving me wondering why she didn’t need me as much as I needed her; which is another story altogether, by the way.

Therefore, in the last 3 days when I developed tonsillitis and flu on top of terrible chest congestion issues that had plagued me throughout my entire vacation, I willfully battled with myself and pushed through almost 20 hours on a plane, sick as a dog, to get home late last night in time to drive to the village today. I was committed to seeing my plan through. I am not a quitter #smugface #muscles lol.

The biggest joke on me therefore, was this morning, when I woke up at 11:30am and could not even lift my head off the pillow. Everything hurt. Nose, head, throat, eyes, chest, fever, even my toe nails hurt lol. On top of that there were missed calls from Mummy, most likely to tell me not to leave Nairobi late as I’m used to. And I had no voice to even tell her how bad I was feeling. When we eventually spoke, mostly her, worried sick, prescribing medicine (She knows I have never in my 30 years gone to the hospital alone – yes I always have someone to take me coz I am terrified of hospitals) and re-assuring me to rest and not even contemplate driving the 2 hours home. (There she goes again, not needing me #rollseyes).

But the thing that hit me most, and which I guess has inspired this post, is the sheer amount of love I have around me. I had friends asking me what they could do and suggesting they take to hospital or bring meds. The best of all, my best friend, who as fate would have it is hundreds of Miles away in Eldoret, somehow organized with one of her friends to deliver medicine to my house. I must not get out to look for dawa, she said. #happytears. She also tried to find someone to drive me to Nyeri, coz she understands how much I do not want to be alone on New Year’s Eve. And even though that did not work out, that is still the sweetest, most heart-warming gesture. I haven’t been that humbled in a long while. I really do feel amazing and abundantly blessed.

To cut this long story short, as I grow older, I now realize what truly matters in life. I no longer count my blessings by material things or possessions. I count my blessings in terms of the people and moments that truly take my breath away and etch themselves into my heart and mind permanently. In this respect, I am well and truly blessed

I also realize that, I cannot pick and choose when to be independent and when to get my strength from mum. I must learn to carve out my own path ad especially where it concerns my spiritual life. This morning, one of my biggest concerns was how I would live if I didn’t start my 2015 with our usual 31st prayers at home. Yet now I know, that she thought well ahead about this day and fully equipped me with all it takes to go before God and present my supplications and prayers to Him for my future and believe that He will do it for me. So this tonight I will go before God, commune with Him, let His peace and love fill me; and commit my 2015 to His able Hands.

Finally, as I celebrate this day in the comfort of my bed, I really do know that I have the greatest treasure of all – LOVE. And I want to celebrate the people in my inner circle who so generously and tirelessly give it to me – this has to be my greatest lesson of 2014. I feel so special and I hope to be half the friend that you guys are to me. God is Love, I see Him reflected in you every single day.

Happy New Year!!!!!

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Ronald Reagan’s letter to his son

24 May

Hardly do I ever post plagiarized material on this blog for the simple reason that I  would like to keep this space as uniquely me as I possibly can. That said, I found this letter so compelling that I just had to repost it here for the benefit of you my readers (take it as peace offering to my lack of posts recently)
In June of 1971, just days before his 26-year-old son, Michael, got married, future-U.S. President Ronald Reagan sent him the following letter of advice. I think all men ought to read it really. It reminds me of this phrase I picked up on facebook, “cheating is easy, try something more challenging like being faithful to one person”.

Michael Reagan
Manhattan Beach, California
June 1971

Dear Mike:
Enclosed is the item I mentioned (with which goes a torn up IOU). I could stop here but I won’t.
You’ve heard all the jokes that have been rousted around by all the “unhappy marrieds” and cynics. Now, in case no one has suggested it, there is another viewpoint. You have entered into the most meaningful relationship there is in all human life. It can be whatever you decide to make it.

Some men feel their masculinity can only be proven if they play out in their own life all the locker-room stories, smugly confident that what a wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her. The truth is, somehow, way down inside, without her ever finding lipstick on the collar or catching a man in the flimsy excuse of where he was till three A.M., a wife does know, and with that knowing, some of the magic of this relationship disappears. There are more men griping about marriage who kicked the whole thing away themselves than there can ever be wives deserving of blame. There is an old law of physics that you can only get out of a thing as much as you put in it. The man who puts into the marriage only half of what he owns will get that out. Sure, there will be moments when you will see someone or think back to an earlier time and you will be challenged to see if you can still make the grade, but let me tell you how really great is the challenge of proving your masculinity and charm with one woman for the rest of your life. Any man can find a twerp here and there who will go along with cheating, and it doesn’t take all that much manhood. It does take quite a man to remain attractive and to be loved by a woman who has heard him snore, seen him unshaven, tended him while he was sick and washed his dirty underwear. Do that and keep her still feeling a warm glow and you will know some very beautiful music. If you truly love a girl, you shouldn’t ever want her to feel, when she sees you greet a secretary or a girl you both know, that humiliation of wondering if she was someone who caused you to be late coming home, nor should you want any other woman to be able to meet your wife and know she was smiling behind her eyes as she looked at her, the woman you love, remembering this was the woman you rejected even momentarily for her favors.

Mike, you know better than many what an unhappy home is and what it can do to others. Now you have a chance to make it come out the way it should. There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.

Love,
Dad

P.S. You’ll never get in trouble if you say “I love you” atleast once a day

For more of Reagan’s letters check Reagan: A Life In Letters

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