sentiments from a very cold Sunday
It's weird. I forgot it was Valentine's Day when I woke up on Sunday. I was too busy thinking about the fact that it was five degrees outside and I lost my gloves. Sigh.
Anyway, I went to church being partially frost bitten, but it's cool. The service was good. The pastor brought up couples and singles to talk about what love looks like in their daily lives - from corporate environments to soup kitchens to cleaning the bathroom, the common thread was perseverance and sacrifice.
Isn't it funny? The thing that is the stuff of fairy tales - that thing that brings such joy to people's lives - is so very hard sometimes. It is so very unattractive sometimes. Now I'm talking about true love, not passion. Passion is certainly part of true love, but it is a flame that dies.
No, true love shows itself in death to self, in a surrender.
It is the small things, like cleaning dishes when they are not my own, and I am tired from a long day; or the big stuff, like forgiving hurts that keep on hurting.
True love changes people on the inside.
It gives hope to our hope that there is a love that does not judge or measure; it just keeps on loving. I am always taken back to these two thoughts whenever I consider what love is:
...Anyway, I went and played laser tag for Valentine's Day. I lost as many games as I won, but it's cool.
I drank wine and ate a chicken sandwich at Bareburger,
and then sat in a cozy nook called Diamond Dogs into the wee hours of the morning.
Not sure it gets much better.
What a lovely reminder that the Author of Love curated a good time for me and my friends, just to say,
"Happy Valentine's Day"