Valentine’s Day isn’t everyone’s favorite holiday. It certainly has not always been one I have enjoyed, and I will not be one of these bloggers who pretends like I have not had some bitter feelings towards it before. I know it can be tough to celebrate it single, when it feels like everyone around you has someone and you don’t. My favorite memories of Valentine’s Day are the sweet gifts my Mom and Dad have always made sure I get each year, even now as an adult, and the orange roses my brother would send me each year for Valentine’s Day. Those sweet gestures have always been a bright spot in an otherwise lackluster holiday.
I know most of the bad feelings I’ve ever felt for Valentine’s Day were fueled by jealousy. If I had known how lucky I would feel a few years later, I wouldn’t have been jealous at all. Back then, I didn’t know the person God had in store for me. I didn’t know that the minute I realized I loved Johnny, would be the same moment I stopped caring about superficial things like flowers and gifts. Don’t get me wrong, I love when Johnny does sweet things like that for me, but the only thing I have ever desired from him, is the one thing he has never failed to do: give me his time. I have never once felt like I wasn’t a priority for him. I realize how cliché it is to say that his love is the only gift I need for Valentine’s Day, but to become a cliché, something must be or happen frequently, and I don’t know anyone who would trade quality time and feeling loved every single day and opt to just get flowers once a year instead.
I have felt love every day of my life, and I know how special and rare that can be. I pray I never take for granted the fact that I am luck enough to be loved by so many people. I never want to be ungrateful for it, and I want to spend my life making sure no one ever feels like they aren’t loved or worthy of love; because they are- everyone is.
In a world full of hate and mean people on the internet, choose to be someone who people feel good around.
After all, love is the greatest of all things.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8
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