My First Valentine

Having Valentine's Day on Sunday felt almost religious for me.  I mean, here we are on the day that we are to celebrate love and it falls on the day that we are to celebrate the Sabbath.  I woke up this morning, intentionally mesmerized by my First Valentine. 

You see, there was a time in my life when the thought of having a family, finding a spouse - feeling that kind of love - probably would never happen.  I was messed up and unworthy of such a blessing.  But, today surrounded by a family that loves me without shame, I am reminded of the One that loves me most.

He didn't send me roses or buy my chocolates, but He took my sins on His shoulders and drove them into the grave!  He didn't buy me dinner, but His body was broken for me.  He didn't toast me with champagne, but he poured out His blood so that my sins would be covered.  He didn't take me out to dinner, but He has always been by my side, loving me, spending time with me, sharing with me.  He didn't buy me a gift, but He paid the price so that I could live forever in His love and in His peace!

Jesus Christ is my First Valentine, and at the end of time He will be my only Valentine...a lifelong Valentine that will never leave me or forsake me.  After all, His name is Love - He always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres; He never fails!