Sick and Tired

I've been so sick for the last month really. Being in Nigeria, of course I've taken several malaria pills and also several typhoid meds but it's just been quite a long journey. My worry about my health has affected my work so it only makes sense that it's affected my blogging as well. This past weekend I called everyone in my prayer circle, friends and family, and asked everyone to pray for me and for my health. Also I put my faith to practice and spoke to God myself, asking him for healing and mercy. For anyone who ever has any doubt, God is indeed real and He does listen and care for us. One of the most precious things to me about my faith is the reassurance I have at any point that I can always call on God. Truth be told he has blessed me in numerous, numerous ways, from the ones I can't count to the instances when I can actually count. So if you ever have any doubt please just remember me and cling to your faith, trusting in God. I'm still not out of the woods yet but of course what He has started can only be completed to perfection.

Bolaji has been the perfect companion during these tough times and everyday, at least once, I look up to the heavens and thank God for my angel. I have to say this is probably one of the most trying times we've had as a couple, dealing with health and mortality. We didn't know what was wrong and I wasn't getting any better. Whenever Bolaji is REALLY worried about something he resorts to obsessive housecleaning lol. Which is good for me but still leaves me worried about him. Tensions were really high and I had to remind myself that this is just his way of dealing with his frustration at being helpless and unable to sort me out. Which is sweet. There was a time I had to actually yell at him to stop moving, and sit down with me and tell him we'd be alright. When the people that wrote the vows said "in sickness and in health" I think they know exactly what they were talking about. It was tough! It got to a point that whenever I was feeling worse or particularly bad I couldn't tell him because I knew he wouldn't be able to handle it, so I would just keep it to myself. This was hard because Bo is my best friend and we share everything. Through it all though he cared magnificently for me. I felt like a princess because I didn't have to even lift a pin.

A each day passes more on our marriage meter I fall in love with my husband even more. How did I make this right choice? How was I blessed with this wonderful man? I really don't know. I've noticed around these parts that many women (and men) just want to get married, they just want that wedding and that celebration, they are so anxious. But I'm knowing first hand that after the wedding party clears, and the band stops playing, there is only you and that other individual staring at you from across the house. It's only the two of you, and life then begins. Life in all it's glory, and it's not a disneyland fairytale. Let's face it, life throws lemons at us, you don't want to be left with your wedding gown in a bag and you wondering how in the world are you going to cope. With my recent illness Bolaji and I have had to deal with unexpected "lemons" but I love him more and appreciate him even more having been through it. It's like I'm now learning what the meaning of REAL love is, not the romantic type but the God-like type.

***For those wondering, no, I'm not pregnant.