A few years ago my husband and I decided that we would not exchange valentine’s gifts or cards. We had lots of reasons. Instead, we would take the evening to go out to eat a delicious meal in a favorite local restaurant.
We would save our money and use it somewhere else. Most of the nicer valentine’s cards were pretty expensive and we did not have to spend anything on cards that year.
We were aggressively trying to get rid of all the nick-knacks we had gathered over the years. For sure we did not need any more dust collectors.
Flowers die after a few days and balloons loose air quickly.
Our feelings were mutual. We agreed wholeheartedly on our plan.
After work, on February 14, I came through my front door, only to find a huge bouquet of 12 eighteen inch red balloons consuming the small foyer. Had the ceiling been lower, I would not be able to walk through that hallway. They were gorgeous. I was overwhelmed. He never showered me with a gift like this. No, never!
Whoa! What did he do? He did not follow through on our mutual agreement.
His car was gone. I quickly ran out the door, back into my car and drove off to the closest pharmacy where I quickly looked for an instant gift.
It was almost dinnertime and they didn’t have much left. My mind was racing, trying to figure out why he changed his mind about gifts. I picked out a mug decorated with hearts and raced for a card. Not much was left there either. A few cards with mismatched envelopes were thrown in the card rack. Well, I found one. I paid for the card and mug and quickly drove home.
I entered my house and there he was smiling. He said, “Do you like them?”
I loved them. They were beautiful and magnificent!
I finally said, “But what about our agreement?”
Our conversation traveled like a yo-yo, back and forth.
“They were free!” “Free?” “Yes. Absolutely free!” “What do you mean free?”
I could not figure this out at all.
The story unfolded. As he drove down the street, he saw the huge bouquet of balloons in a tree. He drove around for a while and kept returning to that tree. No one came back for them. He drove underneath the tree, climbed on top of the van and carefully extracted them from the branches.
It was a free gift. It didn’t cost a cent. It was there for someone to take. It was ready for ownership.
My husband loves me. He loves me a lot. Probably friends could say, “That’s true love.”
Two thousand years ago, God sent His Son Jesus into this sinful world to die for me and my sins. I don’t deserve it. That’s true love!
God’s gift to me is Jesus. I needed to accept that free gift of Jesus into my life so that I could have eternal life and become His child. He saved me from my sinfulness. I asked Him to be my best friend. He came into my life. That’s true love!
I am thankful for God’s free gift, much more than I appreciated those wonderful balloons.
Promises: “For the wages (price) of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6:23
“But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name.” John 1:12
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16
Partnering with God: My prayer: (It can be yours, too!) Dear God. Thanks for sending Jesus, Your only Son, into the world to die for my sins. I accept the free gift of Jesus into my life. I invite Jesus to be my best friend. That’s true love. I need your forgiveness and love to take over in my heart. Thanks for giving me eternal life. That’s true love!
Let me know your thoughts!
Partnering with God,