as you’d imagine in a five-child family, we’ve been through a landslide of valentines. we’ve sewn them, cut & pasted them, hand-drawn them, and purchased them from the supermarket aisle in all their heart-stickered glory. this year we were fresh out of bright ideas, so we went with cookie-tines.
bakery cookies wrapped in glassine with a simple tag. the end.
[incidentally, this here kid kept writing the tags to himself. i think he preferred to keep his cookies, but hopefully last thursday was an opportunity to embrace the joy of giving.]
it’s strange how my version of romance has changed over the years. in my teens, few things could top boxed flowers or truffles of vaguely european origin. but these days love seems less about someone celebrating me, and more about someone angling his heart in the same direction as mine: toward Christ. someone who will walk beside the thirsty, the parentless, the lonely, the clean-out-of-options, the unreached.
i married well.
yesterday two people who mean the world to us boarded a plane for chicago, then brussels, then kampala. they’ll spend the next couple months getting to know their son and standing before a judge with a lifelong promise to care for this young life and waiting on that visa to come on home. they’ll be first time parents in an unfamiliar country and i wish we could be close to help, but God’s there and He’s so much better company.
ps this verse. i read it last week, then again last night, and it’s stuck in my brain in a way that makes me think God’s going to bring it up later. i’m not sure whether to feel strengthened or terrified. :)
They triumphed over [the accuser]
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony;
they did not love their lives so much
as to shrink from death. (Rev 12.11)