I spent a lot of time on the road on Thursday, Valentine's Day. Listened to the radio and even called my wife a few times. I had left her a surprise card (HTML on the home page of the computer). A number of people called into the radio stations about Valentine's Day.
There were the cheap last minute gift ideas, the romantic stories, prayer requests for loved ones away in the military. One struck me more than the rest: one lady called in to tell of a friend who was spending the day visiting the nursing home and the hospital, because those people on average never have visitors and maybe their spouse is gone, it's lonely.
We get caught up in the love and romance of the day, but our broken world has left a lot of broken lonely people, in nursing homes or on your block.
Depression is rampant in February: lack of sunlight (Season Affect Disorder) and our commercial pursuit of love. We've traded in love for a flash in the pan feeling that all covered in chocolate and wrapped in red, with a rose tied on for extra brownie points.
Family Life Network's morning show had some funny stuff all week. They had their accountant Dave, giving out tips on love and romance, if you look in the mirror and see some long term depreciation of your portfolio, then it's time to get to the gym and burn off the excess cash reserves. He sings, "Let's get fiscal" to "Let's get physical" tune.
It brings up a good point about romancing your spouse. Focus on the Family had a special on marriage, and on the program, they had one of the couples who wrote, "The Most Important Year in a Man's Life, The Most Imporatnt Year in a Woman's Life"
He explained, when the wedding occurs, the man checks it off his list of things to do, and the woman is beginning something new.
The man needs to keep on romancing even though he's won the girl. She's his through and through, but when he keeps pursuing, they both win.
Take a minute this weekend to reflect on Valentine's Day. Are you coasting in the slow lane, or it is petal to metal in pursuit?
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