This Valentine’s Day, love looked like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in lunchboxes and cheering in the stands for a certain 6 foot red headed coach and the team that he loves. Love was being together; on the bleachers, with a court in the middle of us, in the loudest gym.
Love looked like Amoxicillin, boxes of tissues, curled up under fleece blankets, an all night allergic reaction, and a call to Children’s. Love looked like a hand to hold because two are better than one.
Love looked like the Word taking on richer meaning. Becoming flesh and bones and sensitive beating heart and beautiful scarred hands. Love is always God walking through our every darkness and making it as bright as day.
Love looked like life in Him. Dwelling with Him, seeing glory where I wasn’t looking. Those are the best kinds of glory sightings, after all.
I think this may rank up there as one of my favorite Valentine’s Days, when all is said and done. Or maybe, just the most unique:)