Valentine’s Day! The day our culture adopted to celebrate love.
And it brought with it pictures of adorable cherubs, tempting chocolate, beautiful roses, diamonds, cards, dinners, parties,cakes,stuffed bears, cookies, donuts, everything red, and on and on and on. You get the idea. All of it is pleasing to the eye and warms the heart, right? Maybe.
Do you remember when you first LOVED? I mean really loved, the kind of love that left your heart so full you thought for sure it would burst! You would DO so many things out of love. (Insert reminiscent sigh here)
- The kind of love that talks for hours and never notices the time.
- The kind of love that rides a skateboard 30 minutes to your house because neither of you have your driver’s license yet.
- The love that fueled your thoughts and dreams.
- That love that led you to the wedding altar because you just knew there wasn’t anyone else that you wanted to share your life with.
I admit it.
This year I am not thrilled about it and I don’t think I really have ever been. There is so much pressure associated with this day. For women it’s the pressure that comes with the measuring stick that has somehow made it’s way into our minds.
When we see that commercial for chocolate diamonds by the J jeweler that Mr. Perfect goes to when he is in L O V E with his girl and ours doesn’t, the measuring stick appears and we find ourselves several inches shy of commercial perfection.
We ooooh and ahhhhh with our co-workers who receive a gazillion roses sent to the office by their husband after a decade or two of marriage or a new beau and secretly wonder what’s wrong with our own marriages or relationships if we don’t receive the same. Once again, the measuring stick appears.
And let’s not forget what will be posted on social media. We won’t even go there but there is that measuring stick. Again!
And our poor men. I always feel bad for those last minute guys out looking for something for their sweetheart. I know you have seen them like I have. Wandering aimlessly just looking for SOMETHING to give as a token of love because they have seen our measuring stick and know the pressure.
I just want to make it simple for us all this year.
Let’s get back to what really matters. Let’s dig deep and pay attention to each other again. Let’s put down our cell phones, turn off the T.V. and go back to the time when we “first loved”.
Everything else is just “Works”. Distractions. Just STUFF and it won’t ever take the place of true and authentic love.
Jesus had that same message for the Ephesian church and I believe it rings down through the ages with us. I see my sisters and I working so hard at being “the church”. We have our religious measuring sticks, don’t we? We drag those things out and work so hard that we forget why it matters. It matters because of precious Jesus. The one who captivated our hearts with his sacrificial love.
“Yet there is one thing wrong; you don’t love me as at first!” Revelation 2:4 TLB
My sweet sisters, there is no one that will love us like He does. There is no relationship that will ever fill the aching spots that we often assign to our husbands or boyfriends. There is not a single piece of jewelry or rose pretty enough to compare to the tender and perfect love of Jesus.
Close your eyes for a minute. Be still enough and quiet enough to remember that very moment when you asked Jesus to be the Lord of your life. Remember your “first love”.
If you have never done it, write it down somewhere. Hold nothing back. Talk to him about it. Ask him to help you remember if you feel like you can’t. His desire is to be first in our hearts and to have real communion and communication daily with us.
Jesus is our Valentine!
Loving you because He loves us, Lena