I am loved & chosen

I’m writing this on the eve of Valentine’s Day. For weeks now we’ve been blinded by a sea of red in every store. I’ve heard so many people talking about this day. And now it’s here and it’s gone. A day like any other. Or is it not?

I did not grow up with the craziness of Valentine’s Day. The first time I heard about it was when we moved to Canada. But I’m told Europe is catching up with this holiday as well.

My most favorite memory of Valentine’s Day is from 2001. Each time I think about it, it brings a big smile to my face. I was living and working in Germany at that time. And not many people thought of this holiday at that time. And on Feb 14, 2001 my boss surprised me with a potted mini-roses plant. It was very beautiful.

There was no card, just the plant. He just came in with this plant under his arm and with a big grin on his face said: “This is for you.” I did not think much about it, but about an hour later some colleagues started stopping by “just to chat a bit”. By lunch the whole department was buzzing. Everyone wanted to see the pretty roses Meggie got. We’ve laughed about this so many times. And to this day, (yes, today as well) when I open my inbox on Valentine’s day, there will always be an e-card from my former boss.

And then another memory of a different kind. It was probably Feb 14, 2003 or 2004. I had to drop off the office mail and on my way back I met a very sweet lady in the mall. I wished her “Happy Valentine’s Day” and gave her a hug. And with tears rolling down her face, she said, “This is the first time today this was said to me.” You see, she grew up with Valentine’s Day and with all that it means to people in North America. But she had been a widow for a number of years, and so it was a hard day for her. She had all these memories of the Valentine’s Days of the past. It was not a day like any other to her. And so I hugged her some more and we parted. But this experience changed my view on Valentine’s Day as well.

So often we only miss something once it’s not there anymore. To be honest, I’m really amazed at God’s love. I’m in awe! We are studying the book of Ephesians with the good morning girls. And I just can’t get over the verses in chapter 1:

“Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes. God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure .” Ephesians 1:3-5 New Living Translation

When I think about it, that I am loved and chosen and adopted into God’s family, then I can be content. I don’t need to have all this human attention. I don’t need to be the center of attention on Valentine’s Day because God loves me every day, and because I’m His child, I’m celebrating Valentine’s Day every day.
Today, as I was driving my car to do an errand,  I put in the CD “Found” by Travis Cottrell. And the first song that came on is “Falling”. I was trying to find it on youtube, but no luck. If you are able, buy this one on iTunes. It’s so worth it. I’ll at least put down the lyrics. I love this song soooo much. It talks about falling into love, God’s love.

Travis Cottrell

On the edge of something big and brave
Every breath is another step of faith
Part of me still likes the ground where I feel safe and sound
But You push me, pull me and I finally let go

Falling, falling
to the heart of someone
so much stronger
Falling into love

Ever closer, closer to the truth
One by one my fears fade into blue
Wherever You are taking me is where I need to be
And You have Your reasons, who am I to say no

Falling, falling
to the heart of someone
so much stronger
Falling into love

I waver, You’re steady
I falter, You never fail
You fight for me
I surrender to You, to You

Falling, falling
to the heart of someone
so much stronger
Falling into love

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