All the flower shops and chocolate factories are heaving a collective sigh of relief and counting up the dough. We made it.
One of my favorite things about Valentine’s Day is watching men with bouquets ducking sheepishly around in stores. They look lovely and fragile and full of hope.
The bouquets do too.
One of my friends got engaged this Valentine’s Day; her feet haven’t touched the ground yet.
I like the philosophy of another friend, who firmly tells her teenage daughters “Valentine’s Day is for lovers.” True that. But this year it seemed to be about many people, from the radiant fiancée to the quiet shut-in, from kiddos smeared in pink frosting to the Lord Jesus himself.
I liked the excuse to make chocolate cupcakes and a New York cheesecake. Today I got hit in the arm by a flying cupcake at fellowship meal. That was kind of fun.
And anyway the frosting had already been licked off.
I liked getting words from my man. He doesn’t write much and when he does it’s really precious.
I liked singing love songs in church…
“Jesus loves me, this I know—for the Bible tells me so
Little ones to him belong; they are weak but he is strong.”
“For God so loved us He sent the Savior,
For God so loved us and loves me too.
Love so unending! I’ll sing thy praises:
God loves his children, loves even me.”
“O Jesus my Savior, with you I am blessed
My life and salvation, my joy and my rest:
Your name be my theme and your love be my song;
Your grace shall inspire me and keep my heart strong.”
“Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.”
I liked listening to my church people pray aloud the things they really love about Jesus.
Jesus, I love that you never change, even though my circumstances do.
I like that you invite us to walk in relationship with you.
You give me hope.
I love that you are so smart.
I like that you are perfectly righteous, yet you never give up on me.
You are so faithful.
I love that you became human.
I love that you can redeem all my faults and mistakes.
It’s a good time of year to be alive. Winter is softening. Love is beating in many hearts.
How did you feel most loved this weekend? How did you love? Share an idea for the rest of us to tuck away till next year… a tip? a gift suggestion? a recipe?
Be brave, little Piglet. You are loved.