Lonesome valentines


I have mixed feelings about Valentine’s Day. On one hand I applaud anything that celebrates love, on the other I feel bad for those who don’t happen to be in a love relationship on Valentines day.

I’m thinking of a friend that sent a humorous (but not really funny) plea for a valentines card and another who posted a (again not so funny) video of a guy putting alcohol in a trolley with the caption, “what I’ll be doing for Valentine’s”.  For the bereaved or those trying to overcome a broken relationship, or even just the “less desirable” Valentine’s day can be painful. The greedy marketeers don’t help either.

Would I like to abandon it? No, but adapt it maybe. I’m remembering folks who celebrate it well. My Chinese son in law that would always order two lots of roses one for my daughter and one for me, my grandson who asked his mum if he could send granny flowers too, or a pastor heading up a youth camp who bought a rose for every woman on staff married or not.

I’ve always felt there were two kinds of “love” the kind that looks inward and becomes obsessive, jealous, restrictive, (not really love) and the good kind that begins in two hearts and overflows its bounty on others. When Valentines Day celebrates the second it can be a wonderful time. After all there are so many ways love is found and  expressed not only being “in love”.

Do I have a valentine? Sure do!

He paints the sky in the glorious colours of sunrise to greet my day, He creates the flowers poking their tiny heads through the winter earth. I am blessed by such love. Happy Valentine’s Day!