The dreaded V-Day. It is upon us, my friends. Unless you have been living under a rock, you have seen all of the pink and red taking over your friendly grocery stores.
I cannot remember ever being happy seeing this month roll around. It was a reminder that I am single (in case I had forgotten). Even when I had a boyfriend it was the worst. He could never live up to the hype (
not that he tried or anything.)
But God, He is better than that.
This is the first year that I am not dreading this “holiday”, because, finally, I am relentlessly in love with Him. I am so captivated by Jesus and all that He is and all that He sees in me. He will never let me down. He sees me at my worst, and He loves me just the same. I cannot tell you how happy I am to be able to grasp that.
Have you ever seen or heard that saying, “Be so in love with God, a man has to seek Him to get to your heart”? I’m paraphrasing here because I can’t find the exact quote. I feel like I finally get that. I am at a point where Jesus is the center of my life and any man that wants to get to me will have to go through Him. I’m not interested in roses or candy that comes in a red heart. I’m interested in the love that is everlasting and unconditional. That kind of love doesn’t require gifts. It is a gift. It never wilts and dies. It doesn’t get digested in my belly. It just is and always will be.