It’s Valentine’s Day. A day we are supposed to celebrate our love. I imagine it can be a painful day for those who do not have a “special” someone to celebrate with. After my first husband died, I dreaded that day.
But although I have been single, then widowed and spent Valentine’s Day without a boyfriend or husband, I have always had a great love to celebrate.
I met Him when I was six years old.
My earliest memories were hearing my parents talk about Him. Finally, at six I realized I wanted Him to be my special love.
So I asked Jesus to come into my heart/my life and I would love Him too.
I asked – He said yes.
We have been sharing our love ever since then.
I could share so many stories of how my love has been there for me over these 65 years since I accepted His offer of friendship and love, but one of my blogs from 2014 tells it the best.
Hope you will take time to read it and see why I celebrate this love, not only on Valentine’s day but every day of the year.