It's Not About Me

"'Love the Lord you God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.'" Matthew 22:37-39

It's Valentine's Day...and I don't feel romantic. I don't feel particularly moved to write something clever on a red heart. I'm not into getting all glammed up and heading out for an expensive meal amongst strangers in an over packed restaurant serving love on a plate. I don't feel much of anything will light that Valentine's Day spark beneath me and it bothers me.

It could be the fatigue from scraping, sanding, spackling, painting and decorating the spare room last week. It could be the scare I got from the attack of the folk art Grandpa that fell off the shelf above my head last night and hit me between the eyes...in the exact spot of my concussive injury. It could be I simply need a nap or some lunch. It could be a number of different things of which I'm unaware. I don't know.

What I do know is, it's not all about me.

There's a man who deserves my love because he sacrifices his time and energy everyday while I travel the keyboard in my pj's. Each morning he chooses to love me whether I look like a million bucks or a piece of half-chewed penny candy. He dreams with me, rejoices with me and cries with me. He always encourages me to be the woman God created and accepts all the growing pains that entails.

But, it's not all about him, either.

It's about the lover of my soul. It's about the One who formed me in my mother's womb and knitted me together; who knew who I'd be before anyone else; the One who knows me even now. He's the One who gave up His life so that I might live. Now that's love. Today is about Him...my Jesus. I need to spend time alone with Him. Let him into my fatigue, my busyness, my lack and let him woo me into romance.

When my soul is full of Him, my heart can give again.