There’s a problem with Valentine’s Day: It’s no respecter of your heart.
February 14th comes on a schedule, regardless of what’s happening in your life.
No matter if you feel lovable or like giving love. No matter if it seems your world is crumbling. It comes even if your loved one is gone, only accentuating their absence.
It’s just not personal. It comes and then it goes. Maybe it’ll be good for you, and maybe not.
I’ve been in somewhat of a funk the last several days. It happens. This morning, I put my forehead to the carpet in prayer time and called out for joy. I called for His love to flood my thoughts and my heart.
I prayed using His words.
I am Yours, because of Your lavish love for me. I am Your child.
These feelings are none that are uncommon to man.
You alone are good. I will not be overcome with evil, but will overcome evil with Your good that lives inside of me. Your spirit is in me, refresh me with Your power, Your love and Your soundness of mind.
I choose to remember the good and lovely and pure things You have done.
Your joy is my strength.
And then I started recounting all the good He has done to me. I did not give audible voice or thought to my overwhelm, my tiredness, my lack of motivation. I gave voice to His goodness, His kindness, His provisions, and His blessings.
I rose with freshness. I stood with a lighter heart and joy springing.
I remember that He first loved me. His love never fails. His love endures forever. I remember what Jesus has completed on my behalf, to be in relationship with me. I remember it is personal and it is mine every day.
Talk to the true lover of your soul and remember what He has done for you. Tell Him.