I wanted to write this post-Valentines. When all of the sugar and luscious, syrupy, candy-coated goodness of that day had passed. I love Valentines Day as much as anyone (
not really) but I can appreciate the 24 hours of outpouring some like to live in. I believe that this should be an ongoing, and every day occurrence if you are in love. To some degree. And not designated to one day a year. When you are with someone that you love and adore, every single day, there should be some sort of “Valentine” going on. It doesn’t have to be flowers, chocolates, lattes, cards, gifts, teddybears, butterflies, ladybugs…Oh wait, there I go dreaming about Spring…but…Some. Sort. Of. Shower. Of. Love. Every. Single. Day. Simple as it may be, it goes a million miles. Something selfless. Isn’t that what we as Christians get every day? A pouring out of love in our every day lives?
The week since Valentines has been hectic in every sense of the word for me. Do you ever have “one of those days?” Of course you do! I think that cupid shot an arrow in me that was tied off on the other end of a rocket. I have realized exactly whats been going on from a spiritual aspect, and that has helped tremendously. I don’t do “busy” and when things start to spin for me, I always have to sit down, take a step back and look at things through another lens. I need to peel off another layer of me, and put on more armor.
Training is going well, but I am still dealing with a tiny calf issue. Deep water running….(it pains me to even write that) has helped, and I think between that and a slight bike adjustment, I am good to go! I also feel that this itty-bitty injury, was just another aspect in this week that was trying to weigh me down. Peel a layer, put on the armor.
I admit that I am grateful for days and times like this. It makes me realize that I am not in control and Who truly is. It reminds me of Who to cling to. It makes me feel ok, about taking a day to sit. And do absolutely nothing. Sit and listen, only. Especially when the enemy has me busy. It makes me appreciate my husband who dries my tears and takes my hands in his and prays. My kid, who never forgets to make me laugh. And my friends who pray for me and with me. It keeps me grounded and soaking in what’s important. It makes me aware of how broken I can be and how right in the midst of that brokeness, there is colossal growth. An outpouring of love, a confirmation of advancement and improvement. A challenge. That…. is love, everyday. That’s where we should be living.