Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. This is the best news ever.
For those of us who don't necessarily have a significant other to bask in our glow - this manufactured holiday is best celebrated on a day when we don't have to go to work. Then we avoid the coworkers who are loved so much that they have flowers and candy and jewelry and cards and edible arrangements overflowing into the hall and break room. And it always makes it into the break room, doesn't it? The words out of her mouth are "I want to share - I couldn't possibly eat all of these gourmet cupcakes from Edgar's Bakery by myself!" But the message really is: "My husband/boyfriend/eye candy for the moment adores me more than anyone adores you and since I feel good and bad about that - gain 3 lbs."
Is this what some would refer to as bitter?
In truth, I'm actually a fairly satisfied single-for-a-season (I hope it's a season, and not a reason - feel free to place your bets in the comments section...) Joseph said in church Wednesday night that God created someone for everyone - bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. (of course, I noticed he backpedaled in the closing prayer to include the footnote that some are created for singledom. Goober.) I'm being patient and remembering I'm already in a pretty snazzy love affair.
Then Christ will make His home in your hearts as you trust in Him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. Ephesians 3:17-19
For the record - I wouldn't start throwing punches if I happened to get a Whitman's Sampler or bouquet of gerber daisies dropped on my porch tomorrow by the funny and attractive owner of a Chick-fil-A or the funny and attractive writer of best-selling anything.