the musings of this nigerian gal

Network went off as usual. Just at it’s bedtime. I had the perfect excuse to finish reading this novel by the author that enjoys tying her readers into a knot.

My roommate suffered, because I keep exclaiming out loud, insulting the characters and literally stopping whatever she was doing so that I could explain the predicament the characters have gotten themselves to. She ended up screaming that she will never have a writer/novel reader roommate ever again. (I’m not that bad, I promise. 😹😹)

I recently discovered this crazy author. It was one evening, bored out of my mind and in sore need of a riveting novel. So there I was strolling the streets of Amazon for a good, Christian crime fiction.

And there it was, in all it’s yellow glory. It’s blurb hooked me so, I stopped all I was doing to go download it. And I started reading. In the course of reading, I discovered that it wasn’t a Christian novel. But boy, was I hooked. And there was no explicit scenes, so that was a plus.

I downed that book, went to dig out another of her book and consumed that one today. Two days after the first love. I don’t usually seek out non-Christian novels but this writer, she has my heart.

However, there is one thing I have discovered in all non-Christian romance novels that I have read. The main lead (could be the guy or the lady, but most often it is the lady) has never had anyone who understood her as the guy does. Even — especially — when she is finding it hard to do so herself.

Someone who accepts her so much that he tells her to not give a fig about what others say and just do her.

Most of these ladies have a bad case of low self esteem, but with the guy, they feel like it is okay to be this bumbling self that doubts herself, because according to him, it makes her more beautiful.

And most especially, they make it sound like true love is a stroke of luck, something that if all the stars aligned probably, you could get a chance at.

Something that wasn’t sure.

It doesn’t happen to everyone. You could be with someone else when you find the one and that’s okay because you’ve never felt this way with anyone, not even with the person you are currently with.

And it just hit me that these souls — writers, characters, and readers who believes these stories as the truth of their existence — are crying out for Jesus. And they don’t even know it.

Jesus, the only one who knows us more than we do ourselves and still loves us regardless.

Jesus, who sees our inadequacies and still calls us a masterpiece.

Jesus, the one who loves enough to stay in the toughest battle that has weeded everyone else out.

Jesus, the only one who will never leave nor forsake us.

Jesus, love personified. The one true love. The one who loves and shows us how.

Jesus, the one in whom the possibility of having love filled, beautiful, lasting relationships is sure.

Jesus.

Jesus, the lover of our souls.

Jesus, the giver of peace, in whose arms are satisfaction and contentment.

Jesus, the sweetest name uttered.

Jesus.

He won’t turn you away if you turn to him.

His mercy runs farther and deeper than the ocean.

He wants to love you more than you wants to be loved.

His arms are opened, his gaze set on you.

Will you run into them?