Month: February 2017

I recently saw on Facebook a video of a wedding that took forever.  Just the march alone could have been 20, 30 minutes.   The groom walked down the aisle to his song, swaying and bopping to the beat.  Then, the groomsmen joined in the soul train groove and danced and rocked their way down the aisle.  After that the rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids, pair by pair, waltz, rocked, swayed, two-stepped, gangsta leaned down the aisle.  Just when I thought, that surely the bride would be next, nope…..still dancing this thing out.

First, I am glad to see that they were getting married.  That in it’s self seems to be something of the past these days.  At the same time, it is my sincere hope that they put as much into making their marriage a healthy and successful union as they did with the act of getting married.

I have toggled over the years with what type of wedding I would like to have.  Of course, 50% of that answers depends on my groom.  After seeing this wedding, I would gladly take a simple, very meaningful candlelit ceremony and an elegant dinner for family and close friends after our vows of love and devotion and then off to the honeymoooooooon, oh yes!!!! woo hoo….okay I will calm down.  Simma, simma down now.

With that, I am sure that I could go back to the video, right where I left off, watch it for a few more minutes and still, never see…..the bride.    Good Gracious!!!!  lol

To each his own though.  Every wedding, every relationship is like a fingerprint, no two are the same but all should bear the mark of genuine love and devotion.

Peacefully single, but looking forward to that special day.

 

 

All of the hoopla over Valentine’s Day reminds me of why I don’t really like it.  Don’t get me wrong though, I would not turn down flowers or candy…lol.   A friend told me just a few days ago that I love too hard. ..well maybe I do, because I think that  when you love someone Valentine’s Day should be everyday.  Valentine’s Day is on Monday when I ask you how I can help you during the week with tasks or honey-dos.  Valentine’s Day is Tuesday when I leave a love note in your briefcase.  It is on Wednesday when I cook you a big weekend style breakfast before you head off to work,.  Valentine’s Day is Thursday when I have the shower running hot and your favorite 100% cotton T and bottoms laid out for you on the bed.  Valentine’s Day is on Friday when I massage your shoulders after a hard days work.  Valentine’s Day is on Saturday when we go our separate ways to run errands and visit with friends but make plans for a romantic Saturday evening together.  Valentine’s Day is on Sunday when we serve the Lord in worship service together.

One day a year is not good enough to express an everyday kind of love.  And, sometimes it is not the stuff, but rather the things are done to say, I support you, I am here, I love you….​

Love can blossom everyday in the most beautiful ways…..

I was listening to all of the Valentine’s Day stories and messages on the way into work this morning.  Some were sad, some were absolutely laughable, and others made me wonder does that kind of love really exist outside of a radio call-in show. Somehow my mind wondered down the path of my absolute worst Valentine’s Day….ever.  Did I say, ever?  I mean, ever.  Okay, okay you get the point.  Back when I was in my early twenties I was dating a guy who I thought was the end all be all to what I could ever want in a man.  Oh my living Jesus….to be young and dumb.    Anyway, it was Valentine’s Day and he thought that he would do something special for me by treating me to a day in the city.  It was to be a day of shopping, dining, and spending quality time together, or so I thought.  He was a jerk the entire day.  He had the attitude like he had to spend the day with me.  I did not ask him for this, it was his idea!!!  He was nice, then he was a jerk, then he was dismissive, then he was sweet again.  A roller coaster of emotions that quite honestly was making me sick.  As the day the went by, I really just wanted to be home, away from him.  On our way back from the city it was a quiet ride until he started pressuring me to stay the night with him.  He knew from the start that sex was not going to be a component in our relationship, but there he went with his sweet nothings telling me how he could make me feel.  Long story short on that, the evening ended up with him dropping me off at home, he called me later to tell me that he tore up my Valentine card and gave my gift to a neighbor and then hung up on me, and to add to the compounding lists of insults… to top the evening off real right, he called me again even later in  the evening and informed me that he was at the nudie bar.  With that, it was my turn to hang up the phone and I peacefully went to sleep knowing that this man was crazy.  It was months before we talked again and by that time he was living with someone.

I know it sounds odd considering how our relationship ended, I loved that man, I mean I really loved him at one point, but something never really set quite right when we were together, but the heart wants what it wants.  When times were good, they were really good, but the bad times became increasingly bad, frequent, and thus the Valentine Day fiasco, ended it all.  I was always too much of this and not enough of that.  In hindsight, he was so busy trying to mold me that he never really took the time to get to know who I was and I was too busy trying to show him who I was and overlooked the fact that he didn’t even care.

As I flashed back to that time in my life, now I can only identify why this did not work out as God’s protection over me and I thank Him for that unanswered prayer.

It is Valentine’s Day, I have no Valentine, no one sent me flowers or candies… BUT, my good friend – I have a grateful and peaceful heart and faith in God that He has my earthly love in mind and he is preparing us both for each other.