Not an Anti-Valentine Post.
7:16 AMFebruary fourteen. The day your hearts start to get giddy.
When you're a student, you get all too excited to step in your school or even get in your classroom. When you're a working person, you just can't wait to enter your cubicle. You wear your best pressed uniform or the most fashionable ensemble you could manage, planned in the span of the moment you opened your eyes this morning or months ago just for this certain day. You make yourself beautiful, making sure that there's no stray hair in your perfectly made ponytail or fishtail braid or chignon. Spraying the sweetest scented cologne that you have in your collection, you make sure it hits the proper spots. Wrist. Neck. Clothing. Or you felt it's not enough, you also grab your handkerchief for this day and you spray on it as well. You polished your shoe the night before or chosen the best one that will go with your dress.
You just can't wait to get to that place in hopes that:
- you'll find your cubicle/table filled with flowers (long stem or bouquet?), chocolates (from the imported ones to chocnut), cheesy cards (from hallmark or personalized), heart-shaped balloons, soft teddy bears varying in sizes, etc.
- your crush would notice you're extra beautiful today and you prayed hard last night so he'll have the nerves to ask you out for lunch or dinner. For two. Just the two of you.
- people will realize that you're also beautiful that they will rush to the nearest vendor to buy you flowers.
As a girl with all the raging hormones of teenage days now far behind me, I admit I also went through that phase where I do those things listed above in hopes that I get something for the fourteenth of February. And trust me, it's not always sunshine and butterflies. There's also drought and I admit, it made me sad.
And as I started to add more years in my life, I learned a lot of things, not just of personal experiences but also from the people around me including my parents and my Father in heaven. He made me see that while I do those things with expectations each year, I unconsciously start to equate my worth through the things that I might receive. That when I get less, I start to ask myself if I'm lovable or beautiful. Another thing is that I use it to see those who love me.That's when it started to feel wrong.
I felt ugly, suplada, almost regarding myself less when I stumbled upon a passage in the Bible that says, "I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made...". It's Psalm 139:14. Another one is John 3:16, a verse close to almost everyone of us. The first six words of John 3:16 struck me while I was in the middle of thinking that no one loves me on Valentine's Day (I know, it sounds really absurd, that feeling of no one loves me). That in the middle of my sulking and being sad for being dateless on this date, I am slapped with these verses back into reality.
And I thank God for reminding me about His love for me even in the most simple ways. That I should never feel insecure about myself for I am uniquely made with a purpose. That I was and never will be alone on this day because He is always there. That I should never feel unloved on this day because He loved me, He loved us from the beginning of time up until the future.
And if you're to ask me if I am sad this day for having no dates whatsoever, I will tell you, all smiles, that I am not sad because I actually had a date with my Father in Heaven.
And the best part of it all? He makes us feel his love, he makes us feel beautiful, and special not just on the fourteenth of February, but every single day, in every waking moments until the sun sets. He loves us so much you'll even feel it's Valentine's Day, everyday.
Happy Thursday, everyone! Here's a T-Rex for you! And he apologizes if his hands are not making it possible to grant you a proper hug. (:
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