It’s that
time of year again. I can already feel the hot sting of disappointment that plagues
me in an attempt to make me feel unloved, unworthy, and rejected. It started in the 6th grade as I
sat in Homeroom. I watched as the Student Counsel passed out carnations. I
silently prayed that someone…anyone…would think I was special enough to ask me
to be their Valentine. As the stack of carnations dwindled, the disappointment
grew. “Please, please, please call my name! I just want a stupid flower!” My heart sunk as the last flower
was handed out, and none of them were for me. It was my first time to experience the
rejection that said “You aren’t special to anyone in the whole school.”
I re-lived
that experience all the way through Jr. High and High School. Each year it was
the same thing. Each year I experienced the same rejection. Each year my heart
took a beating. I tried with all my might to pretend that it didn’t matter, but
in all honesty it mattered a great deal.
You’d think
that as I grew up, Valentine's Day would get better. No such luck. I NEVER had a
date for Valentines. I didn’t get flowers or chocolates. I spent each year
alone, lonely, and feeling once again…rejected. At least as an adult now I could lock
myself in my apartment and avoid the day altogether…unless I had to work. Then
it was like 6th grade all over again. I’d watch with hope that
quickly turned to dread each time the delivery trucks arrived with flowers,
balloons, and candy. My name was never on
the card. I never had a Valentine.
Once I got
married, I thought this pattern would change. The husband is obligated to buy
his wife flowers and chocolates…right? Well, my sweet hubby has tons of amazing
qualities, and I love him very much. He loves me too, but he has one flaw that
is magnified each year on Valentines. My husband is “Romantically Challenged.”
While he gets straight A’s in many aspects of our marriage, he simply isn’t any
good at the “make me swoon” stuff that Valentine’s Day seems to call for.
As the
February 14th holiday approaches, I am pondering the lifetime of
disappointment inflicted upon me by Valentine’s Day. I pause and wonder what
can I do to avoid feeling rejected, unloved, and disappointed. What is the cure
for my recurring case of Valentine-itis?
It makes
sense that the cure would be in the heart of the holiday...love. So I must start with love. What is it and where does it come from?
1
John 4:8 says “God is love.”
He doesn’t just love, but He IS love!
That to me is a good start to my cure. I need to connect with the love that is
God, not the commercially branded love that leaves me disappointed and feeling
rejected or unloved. This means love isn't a limp carnation...I must desire Him over the elusive flowers.
Just
knowing what love is isn’t enough though…We desire love that lasts and will not reject
us.
Deuteronomy 7:9 tells us to “Know, therefore, that the LORD your God is God,
the faithful God, who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him
and keep his commandments…”.
God
will not turn His back on me because His love is steadfast… not wavering or
changing. That’s a love that you can count on beyond one day of the year. Its more reliable than that box of chocolates that does turn on you as it grabs ahold of your thighs and doesn't want to let go.
Perhaps this quote by Rick Warren sums it up pretty good. “God is love. He didn’t need us. But he wanted us. And
that is the most amazing thing.”
Deep down, it was never about the flowers or the chocolate. It was always about wanting to be wanted, and God wants me! He wants you too!
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