But I'm a hopeless romantic. Not just one day a year. But all year long.
Last night, I steadied myself on the greatest love story. It happened long, long ago. And it was displayed on a Cross.
God is love. And He loved me so much, that He sent His only Son for me. He loves you that much, too.
Because of this perfect display of love, I am able to love others.
It is only because of His unfailing love for me that I am able to love my imperfect husband. And my imperfect husband is able to love his completely flawed wife.
It is only because of His patient love for me that I am able to love my impatient daughter. My impatient daughter who gets her impatience from her mama, but I am able to cover that impatience with patient love. Because of Him.
It is only because of His all-encompassing love for me that I am able to love my son, who is really not my son. But because of His love, I am able to love him like he is my own.
It is only because of His extravagant love that I am able to love everyone around me. Because He first loved me, I am able to pass that love on to others.
The greatest love story was written by the One who is love.
God is love. He is the greatest Valentine I ever received.
"And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them."
1 John 4:16