L*O*V*E

I'm not much of a Valentine's Day person. I was thinking of that today while Logan and I were enjoying a morning drive to have lunch with a friend in Kearney. I don't know why we need a special day just to prove we love someone. . . which led me to think about love itself. . . and how well I do (or don't) do it. I love my boys unconditionally and I would do anything for them. I tell them every day that I love them. But then I wonder how often I do it. We know what love is. Paul told us in his letter to the Corinthians. (1Cor 13:4-8). You know it. You heard it at the last wedding you attended. I still don't think I apply this passage as well as I could, though. What it is: patient, kind, rejoices in the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. What its not: jealous, pompous, rude, self-seeking, quick-tempered. Similarly, it's not romantic dinners, jewelry, flowers, or candy. Its much more accessible than that. And the best part? It NEVER fails! So tonight as I sit here typing and am doused with baby puke for the fiftieth time today, I'm frustrated because we have boxes in the living room that seem to be multiplying, and I'm tired (and let's face it. . . maybe a little cranky), I am grateful for the many many opportunities I'm given to love. My hope for this Valentine's weekend, and the days to come, is that with Jesus on my heart, I'll find more opportunties to convert what Love isn't into what Love is.