Well, hello there–and Happy Friday!
How’d your week fare?
I sniffled my way through. Which means I’ve been sick roughly 5,000 times within the last year. But all misery aside, I also began to ponder Valentine’s Day shenanigans.
You know, the older I get the more thankful I am this unofficial holiday has remained near and dear to my heart. I’ve my mama to thank for that. She always made it special. In doing so, she made it clear that love, in and of itself, is worthy of celebration.
It’s a point driven home this week as we bid farewell to yet another loved one. After a courageous battle with cancer, our cousin left this world for digs much more glorious. As taps played in all its melancholy splendor, between sniffing and frantically wiping away tears, I thought of his reunions . . . how we were saying goodbye (for now), but he was saying hello once more: to his mom and dad; grandpa Vern; grandma Mae.
For now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known. Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:12&13)
The greatest of these; if anything is deserving of celebration, surely it’s that. So if we have them–family, friends, pets, sweethearts–we most assuredly should love on them.
Here’s hoping you get the party started early in the days ahead . . .