I deliberately didn’t post yesterday, even though I knew it was Valentine’s day and I had so many happy wonderful sunshine-and-daisies sorts of things to say. (As always . . . you know me.)
But I’m boycotting.
Strange, Em, you say, I didn’t have you pegged as the sulky-single type.
I’m not, actually. A couple of hours with me even on one of my worst days could tell you that. But I know some. These days I know half-a-campus-some. I swear, if I have to listen to one more girl talk about how meaningless her life is because she doesn’t have a boyfriend I might astound everyone and actually start a convent.
Some friends of my and I were hanging out in the student cafe a couple of weeks ago. The conversation turned to one particular friend, and the guy in her life. As often is the case, there was none . . . really. But the conversation persisted in that direction, and persisted on my friend, though all in good humor.
Finally, I put in: “I want you to know that your life has meaning whether or not there’s a guy in it,” trying to keep with the humor, but feeling as if it had to be said. “That’s a load of bull!” she responded, equally humorous, but backed with a passion that said she believed that to a very deep part of her – and one very close to her heart. Most of the girls around the table dropped their eyes because, in their heart of hearts, they believed that, too.
You are not if you have not . . .
Why do we let the world tell us what we’re worth?
“What’re you guys up to?” I asked two of my hallmates in the lounge last night.
“Just studying . . . but not really, we’ve been talking mostly.”
“Yeah, what about?”
“About boys. And about God.”
“About God?” I perked up.
“You know, the role He plays in our lives. Like if she doesn’t have a boyfriend right now, it’s probably God’s got something to do with it.”
“Oh, so . . . about boys.”
“And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have the power,
together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,
and to know this love that surpasses knowledge — that you may be filled
to the measure of all the fullness of God.”
But hey, in all good spirit: Happy belated Valentine’s day, everyone. And now I’m off to call the leading man in my life – my dad, because it’s his birthday.