Since I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who anticipates Valentine’s Day as much as a dental appointment, I had intended to write a humorous post today in order to encourage some of my single friends.  So much for my plans!

In the midst of demands and meltdowns, by 9:00 a.m., I was wondering if I was going to finish breakfast, much less finish a blog, if I didn’t get some personal time to whine, pray, and be renewed by the Word.  So I stuffed the remainder of my bacon-wrapped-in-toast breakfast sandwich in my mouth, left my bedroom (the living room couch,) and headed toward my office (the car) with the intent of “Getting alone with God.”

Since my computer was frozen, on the way out, I tucked my pen in my pocket and scooped up a small notebook and my Bible.  However, as soon as I reached out for the doorknob in order to make my escape, I heard my sister Judy cry out from the other room.  “Oh, no!  Not now, Lord! ” I voiced.

I immediately dumped the contents that were wedged in my arm and ran to the kitchen where Dad was trying to keep Judy standing long enough to get some support under her so she wouldn’t injure herself when she fell.

My sister Judy has had epileptic seizures since she was two. Her seizures which vary from momentary memory lapses to grand-mals can’t be controlled by medication.  Unfortunately, today was to be a grand mal day. Since Judy’s seizures often cause her to empty her bladder, when her seizure ended, I made a quick call asking for prayer and then guided her into the bathroom so I could help her shower.  “Get a move on it!” I thought to myself. “I need to get alone with God!”

Before Judy was undressed, she began a second seizure.  This one was much more severe. I yelled for my nephew who had just come in the house, for assistance, and he, along with Dad, helped me get her to the floor.  Then I grabbed a washcloth and managed to stuff it between her teeth so she wouldn’t chew up her mouth.  As I sat on the floor praying for Judy, I felt a mixture of compassion, helplessness, and frustration. “There is nothing I can do for her, Lord! I said inside, as I watched her thrash about.  “This day has been so crazy!..I need to get alone with You, God.” I then heard in my spirit: ” You already have.” Three things came to mind. 

The first was Matthew 25:40 “And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me (NKJV). The second was the priest in the story of the “Good Samaritan” (Luke 10:25-37), who was so religious he “missed” God, and the third was the memory of my most cherished Valentine—a heart-shaped candy box.

I was eight, the box had been my mothers, and it wasn’t even Valentines Day.  But it was my special day.  My mother had given me the heart-shaped box as a symbol of my new heart.  As I sat on the edge of my parent’s bed, fingering the ruffled ribbon and lace that adorned the edges of the beautiful pink foil-covered candy box, I thought about Mom’s sacrifice in giving it to me. I also thought about the sacrifice the Lord had made for me.  The box had once been full, but now was empty. My once empty heart had now been filled. For that was the night that I had accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior—my forever Valentine!

Although this has not been the Valentine’s Day I had planned, I have been blessed with some beautiful Valentine gifts. The gift of God’s presence in the midst of chaos, the gift of loving others, the gift of friends who listen and pray, and the gift of remembering that the greatest demonstration of love was not given in a box, but was nailed on a cross. 16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life (John 3:16 NKJV). 


 HAVE A HAPPY, BLESSED, VALENTINE’S DAY!                                                                  

     Jeannie Diane


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