There’s no getting around the fact that Valentine’s Day is brutally hard for me. I’m not alone in that. I know folk who are celebrating their first February 14 after burying their lover. There are others who long for restoration, healing, and forgiveness in a broken relationship. Still others live lonely lives the other 364 days a year, only to have “Singleness Awareness Day” rub salt in the rawness of a wound that never really heals.
For all of us for whom this is not a super fluffy day filled with pink and red and chocolate, I’m afraid I don’t have any magic words. It sucks. It’s hard and it’s painful. Sin and brokenness are a blight that wreaks havoc and lays waste throughout the landscape of human emotions. We weren’t made for loneliness, that’s why it hurts so bad.
Know this, though. Know what I was reminded of early this morning. Know that in the middle of your pain, you are loved with an everlasting love by your Father, Who cannot ever change. Even the greatest of earthly loves that are being toasted today with cheap champagne, ten-times-the-price roses, tooth-breakingly hard candy hearts, and overcrowded restaurants … they will one day come to an end. Death will claim it all.
But not the love you woke up resting in this morning. Not the love that will surround, embrace, and sustain you throughout this day. Not the love that will fold you in His arms as you lay your head to your pillow tonight. It will go on and on and on, world without end, forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. The Lover of your soul is relentlessly, head over heels in love with you, and will never stop.