"The greatest of these is love..."
The sun sparkled across our glass-top table while I filled out my Valentine's last week and I smiled and felt ten-years-old all over again. And who doesn't love that?
All the Valentine's Day bah-humbugs out there! How sad to lose their childlike wonder and delight at simple things and to instead, just spread crabbiness around.
Oh dear. You have my permission to just shoot me if I ever go there, ok?
I mean, Tom is thousands of miles away and may not be able to Skype with me today at all, due to a field trip he's taking with co-workers to an animal park. (Update: he did call. The trip will be tomorrow.) He did wish me a happy Valentine's Day yesterday, though, and that will probably be it.
Yet am I bummed-out? No way! Life is too short to be bummed-out and living with God is far too incredible and precious and adventurous to sit around whining about what wasn't perfect.
This is what I did instead:
I taped favorite Valentine's from over the years (and two that arrived this week) to my refrigerator, then stepped back and smiled. And felt even more loved than I normally do by You Know Who.
And later I'll order delivery from a nearby pizza place for chicken fingers (my favorite) and give a big tip to the sweet delivery girl and I'll watch Flying Wild Alaska episodes again. Probably I'll read awhile after that(I'm crossing my fingers that the sun will shine across the table this afternoon, for it's snowing now).
And of course, I'll feed the birds. It's what I do.
Most of all on this special day? I'll count my friendship blessings, for there are many, and I'll celebrate the One who fills my normal days with such great love.
Life with Him grows sweeter by the day. Indeed.
"For God is love."
Darn. The trailer for Winter's Tale looked deliciously promising, but today I've seen two reviews which called the movie a confusing mishmash and a mess, one of those reviews giving so many details that, yes, even without seeing it, I'd call it a big mess, also. Oh well. There'll be other movies.