For Valentine’s Day, I’ll take the gift of a hot date with the Hubs. Flowers make me smile. And mmm… dark chocolate is good for the heart.
But gifts don’t get my attention.
Years ago, living in Korea, I got these enormous packages from this guy named Paul. They were packed to the brim with CD’s, clothes, American food, and whatever else could get crammed into a box. They were sweet.
But I didn’t think twice about them.
My friends would say, “I really think this guy has a thing for you.” And I would say no. He’s just a nice guy who sends big packages to far-away places. I’m pretty sure he does it for everyone he knows who lives far away. I meant it too.
The thing is, Paul is a gift giver. It’s his expression of love. Mine is words. So I didn’t really get clued in to the big box of stuff deal.
There’s this other time that this Paul guy sent me a card. And I think it said that I was jammin. So I hung it next to my teacher desk and I looked at it everyday. And it made me smile. And I really started to think that I jammed. And I wondered if maybe this guy did have a thing for me after all.
It’s my understanding of love.
Sometimes, expressions of love get buried, like wires falling down because the snow is piled too high. One person’s expression isn’t another’s. Perceptions differ. Communication gets crossed.
There’s a verse that I kind of don’t get, even though I’ve seen it a million times. The words say, “Love does not seek its own.” I’m really bad with this verse. I can be pitifully selfish.
But I want to learn. I really do.
I suppose that verse means a lot of things. One of which is plowing out to find the just right gift for that guy named Paul – not just signing my name to a dinky card. Though, as we all now know, he can certainly do that for me.
Just as long as the dinky card still says, “I think you jam,” of course.