My Special Valentine

My Special Valentine

“Ten little fingers “…ten tiny toes.”

My heart melted at the sound of my son’s voice. I grasped the phone tightly, trying to bring him closer. “Mom,” Robert said in almost a whisper, “She is beautiful.” In that moment, hearing of the birth of our second grandchild, the first girl, a new love burst open in my heart. Sight unseen, not yet holding her, the sheer force of this thing called love grew.

I was in Louisiana on a business trip, checking in by phone as the family anxiously and happily anticipated the arrival of Loren Marie. Robert let me know both mother and child were doing fine. He was basking in the warmth of a new love that only a father can understand. A new love that weighed in at 7 ½ lbs. and was sleeping peacefully in his arms. This new little human, so unaware of life, totally dependent on her parents, had no concept that she was now miraculously the most important person in the world to her mommy and daddy. Robert knew.

He knew they would love her, care for her and guide her through life. That baby girl is a young woman now. She is a teacher, a lover of words and books, independent, talented. She was well launched into adulthood by her parents.

God is love.

Loren was born on Valentine’s Day. It is the day we symbolize with a heart: a day to remind us and for us to celebrate the loves in our lives.

I am reminded of the very first Bible verse I learned as a small child. In 1 John 4:8 it says “God is love.

Loren was our second grandchild. There are now 11 grandchildren in the family and with each one my heart has grown to hold the love they bring into my life. If you are a grandparent, you know exactly what I mean.

“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body, and knit them together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It’s amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous and how well I know it,”
Psalm 139: 13-14

A few days ago Loren posted the following question on Facebook: ‘If you write an Autobiography, how would you describe the intersection of our first meeting?” Her father’s prompt response was: “Ten little fingers” ten tiny toes. I read his response with a smile and tear as I recalled tender, precious memories of a joyful day.

Our family is blessed with an abundance of grands. There is great joy and great chaos when we gather. Yet as much as we grandparents and parents love those children, God loves them more.

We are all unique, created by our heavenly Father. His love for us knows no bounds. He gave us life and life eternal through His son Jesus Christ.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life,” John 3:16, ESV

I pray as you read these words that you know God’s love. Do you have a special memory of your children or grandchildren being born?
We would love to hear your comments.

Slipping and Falling in Love

Slipping and Falling in Love

My first Valentine’s Date Night, Friday, February 17, 1989 with Mike Morris:

I should have seen the handwriting on the wall. On our first Valentine’s Day together, guys who talk sports and guy stuff surrounded me. How could I have been so blind? Love can be a slippery thing.

Snow had begun to fall late in the afternoon, accumulating a recorded 10-18 inches across the entire state of North Carolina over a two-day span. I was nervous that our date would be canceled. I was nervous about going on a date for Valentine’s Day. Did he like me? Did he love me? Or not? I was uncertain and doubts clouded my mind and heart. He was focused and determined and confident, however, that we would have a romantic first Valentine’s date.

I lived with my parents in rural Kings Mountain, NC and just getting to our driveway was a slippery adventure. I worried the whole time we were out that he would not get me home safely; we may slide off the road and be stranded in the cold somewhere.

I don’t like to be cold.

Convinced that my long gravel driveway would not be safe to navigate, we parked his car at my grandparents’ house at the bottom of the hill so he could walk me home in the moonlit snow after our date.

Picture the scene:

The ice-cold stillness of the night air, filtered moonlight
peeking through the clouds, snow falling in a swirl,
gathering closer as a covering.

Right in the middle of the romantic scene (cue the music) I slipped and fell flat on my backside! Mike laughed a little more than I thought he should. I must have looked ridiculous! How could this happen? I was so embarrassed and a flush heated my neck and face as I realized my heart had completely leaped with love in this picturesque scene gone wrong.  

Mike had planned the evening so well.
On our very first Valentine’s Day as an official couple,
we had opted to double-date with another couple.

Dale G. and his date were to meet us at the romantic Satterfield’s Restaurant, nestled by the creek on a wooded lot near the highway between Kings Mountain and Shelby, NC. The setting was the most romantic you could imagine.

Fireplace. Candlelight. Live piano.
Snow falling in gentle drifts by the water’s edge.
Me. Mike … and Dale.

Dale’s date had canceled on him but he came anyway. He came anyway! By himself.  For Valentine’s dinner! With us!

Yep. The scene for a romantic evening for three was kinda strange. I remember looking out the window at the snow falling, enjoying my candlelight steak dinner and thinking, “I have no one to talk to.”

I’m quite sure Mike and Dale talked sports and guy stuff.

Can I say that this was an awkward moment? @DeAnna_Morris3 Click To Tweet

All the right makings for romance gone wrong @DeAnna_Morris3 Click To Tweet

—completely wrong! Then I slipped and fell as we made our way up the long driveway to my parents’ house in the snow.

I fell in love with a man who is not only strong and brave, but also full of grace.

He helped me to my feet and we had a good laugh. Holding hands, we trekked up my parents’ driveway and kissed goodnight under the snowfall on our journey toward a lifetime of love. And we have never forgotten or neglected to laugh at this night in our story.

Romance comes unexpectedly and catches us off guard sometimes. Like when you feel like the third wheel on your own romantic date. Like when you slip and fall squarely on your pride. When you hate to be cold and then your face ignites with embarrassment and your heart with flames of love.

Romance sometimes takes hold of your hand and your heart and silently tells your insecure soul… “Happy Valentine’s Day. You are loved.”

Do you have a funny story to share when it comes to dating? What about a fun time out with friends to celebrate all things love?
Please share your thoughts with us.

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Valentine’s Day-Haters Gonna Hate

Valentine’s Day-Haters Gonna Hate

Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope your day has been blessed beyond what you even imagined, remember if you have no expectations — you won’t be disappointed. Please leave us a comment below!

Blessings always,
Brenda

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Valentine’s Day-Haters Gonna Hate
by Christy Pearce

Maybe you are jaded and maybe you h-a-t-e February 14th.

You might be the proverbial Scrooge of Valentine’s Day (aka “Love Day”), and it is “. . . all humbug, HUMBUG, I tell you!” as far as you are concerned.

Maybe the thought of lovers/friends exchanging flowers, stuffed animals, balloon bouquets, and chocolate in heart-shaped boxes makes you sick to your stomach.

The mere thought of love might even bother you. Images of foot-popping kisses, mushy-gushy chatter, and making “googly” eyes makes you want to roll your eyes.

Take heart (pardon the pun), you aren’t alone in the (more…)

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