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The first Valentine’s Day after my husband and I were separated, I didn’t know how to feel. But imagine my surprise when I saw a bouquet of red roses. 

It wasn’t from him, it was from my battle buddy. 

Perhaps she sensed it would be a strange day for me, so in her wisdom, sent me flowers. 

I may not know your physical address, so I can’t send you flowers, just know there are people who care about you and who love you. 

Maybe Valentine’s Day has never been a big deal to you. Maybe it has been a big deal in the past, but it just doesn’t look the same anymore. 

Maybe you are alone this year on Valentine’s Day. Maybe you are with your spouse, but you still feel alone.

Wherever you find yourself, you can rest assured you’re not alone. There is a God who loves you more than you can imagine. He sees, knows, and feels your pain. 

I am praying for you to feel God’s presence wrapped around you like a warm, fuzzy blanket. To know his peace, protection, and provision, regardless if it’s Valentines Day or not. You are valued and worthy. 

2 comments on “The First Valentines Day

  1. Today I asked my granddaughter if she knew who St. Valentine was, and she said “no.” I think she was surprised to learn that he was a priest who married a lot of couples but was never married himself. His fulfillment was in loving and serving God, even into death. As you say, with His presence in our lives, we are never alone.

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    1. Thank you for sharing about St. Valentine— so interesting he remained single but the holiday named after him is so “couples” oriented.


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