I love Valentine’s Day. Thanks to my dad and to sweet friends growing up I always associated V-Day with expressing love to those you love, (and not just romantically).
But everyone has a different Valentine’s Day experience. With that in mind, here are three things I’m trying to do as I navigate today:
(1) Give grace.
Give grace to people who hate V-day. Give grace to people who love it. No one is trying to personally diminish your singleness by going on a date tonight. No one is trying to devalue marriage with their skepticism about February 14.
My flesh is graspy today.
It’s clingy and needy; it’s panicked and scared that there is no more food coming. And it is so loud today – so angry and so desperate – that my inner man wrapped in the Spirit doesn’t seem strong enough to quiet it.
I am tempted to follow my flesh; to feed it to quiet it down. To make friends with it.
But I have the fuel I need to walk by the Spirit right here in His Word.
And that changes everything.
This morning, in church, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘Lincoln’ (the movie I saw last night). I couldn’t stop thinking about how it must have felt – to be a slave back in the 1800s and hear the news that you were free.
It’s hard for me to comprehend the joy that must have rushed through their hearts; the celebration that would have seized slaves everywhere.
And that makes me a little sad.
In my last post I shared the great and glorious truth that I’m learning in Romans, but today I think it’s time for a different kind of truth.
I’m rebellious. Really rebellious.
I came on staff at a church over 5 years ago and I found myself face to face with more rules than I liked. I rebelled. It got to the point where I would be told to bow my head in prayer, and I would feel resistance in my heart. To praying. I’m insane.