"Therefore, if anyone be in Christ, the new creation has come. The old has gone, the new is here!" (2 Corinthians 5:17)
"Paul, its a surprise to see you here," I say, really surprised. It's been two weeks since I was discharged from the hospital. I open my door wider to let Paul in. He surveys my home, taking everything in. The bare walls are now covered with artistic works which I did myself. I love to draw and paint a lot and since I was put under "house arrest" for a week, I decided to make good use of it although I wasn't too happy that another lawyer had to take up the case I was handling. But I prayed for the lawyer and now the case is settled.
"Please, sit down. Can I get you water to drink? Do you need anything?" I ask remembering that no matter what, one should never lose her manners and should always be hospitable. A polite smile rests on my face. God is really teaching and moulding me.
Paul looks surprised but quickly masks it up with a smirk. "I came to talk to you," he says.
"Ok," I say, motioning him to talk.
"Well, I came to officially break up with you" He says looking slightly uncomfortable.
"And why is that?" I ask, very surprised at how calm I actually feel and how calm my voice is.
"Well," he begins, scratching the back of his head. He does that a lot when he is nervous. "I have another person I want to marry". Gbam! It came like a blow. An insult of the highest order. How dare he come into my house and tell me nonsense.
"You were the one who prayed that God's will be done," the sweet calm voice of my new best friend rings in my head.
"But God, how do I cope with this? What do you want me to do? Where do I start from?" I ask, trying to make Him see reason.
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding...Also, my grace is sufficient for you in your weakness".
"Dear God, I just hope that is you cos I don't have the power"
"It is not by power nor by might but by my Spirit"
"Dear God, what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just let Him go like that?" I ask, feeling frustrated.
All this while, I had given up everything thinking he was God's will. How foolish I was to not listen to my friend before telling Paul yes.
"Let him go" is the silent answer I hear and after that, I don't hear anything again.
I turn to Paul who is waiting for me to explode, waiting for maybe a slap or something as he sits there staring at me like I am an alien.
"Okay," I tell him, smiling. I feel like crying right now but I feel something come up within me, squeezing my heart like a gesture to encourage me that this is not the time to break down.
"What?" Paul asks, obviously surprised. A surprise he cannot hide cos normally I am not a woman to take nonsense.
"It's cool with me. You are free to marry the person you want to marry. I pray God blesses your union with children after Gods own heart," I say standing up. He stands up too, mouth wide open.
"Beware of flies...they might enter your mouth if you don't shut it," I chuckle at my joke but he keeps staring at me.
"Ire, what changed you?" he asks, not believing what he's seeing.
"God," I reply before seeing him to the door.
I wait for ten minutes before allowing the tears to flow. They flow down my face through my hands. I keep crying but the amazing thing is that I feel like a burden has been lifted. I can't believe it that now, I am free to keep my promise to God, stand by His word and listen to Him. I am free to keep myself sexually pure till my wedding night. I am not a virgin anymore, but God can still make me a secondary virgin. I am confident that the husband God will send my way won't love or appreciate me any less because I am a secondary virgin.
And in that moment, I decide on something. No matter what it takes, and no matter how long, I will focus on God while waiting for the right man to come along. I would not compromise my standards neither will I stoop so low just to make a man love me. I am a new creature in Christ...behold old things have passed away and I have become new.
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