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A Different Kind of Valentine

I was thinking about Valentines Day and how much I hate it and dread its coming. I read an article written by a girl my age who was feeling the same sadness, loneliness, heartache, and etc. After reading that I thought about how although I don’t have a love so to speak I have the love of God.

I think about how much He has done for me in the past and present, and what He will do in the future. I also think of His sacrifice and how He paid a debt that I could not. He showed the ultimate act of love by dying on a cross for my sins. Because of Him I can live and be free today.

It sounds cheesy, but this year I will say Jesus is my Valentine. He is the love of my life.

So this year on V-Day I will try not to think so negatively on it. I will celebrate the love of God.

A Call to Worship

When I was a kid I always wanted to be something more than the ordinary. I used to dream about being a superstar or a superhero. I wanted to have a life that was something to be remembered.

Ok so the superstardom was kind of thrown out the door. My name hasn’t been in lights any time recently. I am certain one day I will be discovered for my apple throwing skills or what not.

The superhero thing didn’t work out so well either. I haven’t fallen into any kind of radioactive mixture, and I am afraid of spiders so there goes that one.

I may never achieve the things that I always thought were my dreams, but I do have an extraordinary life.

I am a worshipper. First and foremost in my life I am called to worship. I am called to lift my hands and praise Him with my life, my songs, and my heart. I may not be the most amazing person to ever walk the face of the earth, but I have a higher calling. If I sit down on my special task I am declining the call. I want to answer the call.