Valentine's day is a funny sort of holiday. Meant for expressing love, it stands out in my mind for other reasons.
Many years ago, before I met my hubby, his Dad was diagnosed with cancer....on Valentine's Day.
1973, when Mike was six years old, he was diagnosed with diabetes...on Valentine's Day.
2007, standing in the wrapping paper aisle at Wal-Mart, I got the call we were moving to Texas...on Valentine's Day.
2011, while out running errands I received a call that my sweet friend Tami had been diagnosed with breast cancer...on Valentine's Day.
Connor mentioned yesterday that he'd just like to skip this day all together. I honestly don't blame him.
On the other hand, in each of these instances we have seen God's love in miraculous ways. We've seen bodies healed of cancer, lessons learned through living with a life long disease and a wonderful new life in a new place. While each situation seemed devastating at first glance, each has become something He has used to mold and shape us in His image. Each one became an expression of His love for us as He guided us along the path...His perfect path.
So as we celebrate a day set aside for "love" I am reminded of a Saviour's love for me. A love that took Him to the cross. A love that pursues me. A love that envelopes me through each struggle, reminding me that no matter what news today may bring He's already there.
That is a love worth celebrating.