Looking over the calendar, doing some planning, finding some dates. Dates that need to be marked: catching up on a few dates now past, noting the events that occurred, and adding to future dates both reminders and promises.
As I am flipping the pages forward in this still new-ish year ~ my heart skips a beat! In the not-too-far-ahead, I see several days that fall clustered and that hold high expectation, joy ~ and just a little sadness mixed in with a dose of realistic expectation. The month is May ~ a merry month ~ when flowers pop up & out, birthed from rainy wet April. THAT is a promise in itself fulfilled: Flowers after rain!
This May there will be three birthdays for those whose lives are quantified as a product of my own birthing! My daughter, my younger daughter, turns 40. My third GrandBoy, her son, turns 13. My youngest of six GrandBoyz, another of her sons, turns 7. And in that order. ‘Twill be a merry, color-filled month, yes, even if clouded with shadows of gray. The living out of our days brings both joy and pain and often the two are so intertwined, we cannot find where one ends and the other begins. Love does not come sugar-coated. Love comes with a price; it calls for commitment and sacrifice ~ the decision, the choice, made over and over.
There is a favorite flower of mine that befits this Month of Love, but blooms in that merry month. It is known as Bleeding Heart.
It is a beautiful, delicate flower that blooms, then fades as the weather warms. Even the plant’s foliage disappears by mid-summer. If you go to tend it, it is difficult to even find its remnants. But it is still there, hidden below sight, under the warmed earth, watered by the sky. It lies dormant. It waits for the cold earth, the April rains, and then the warming of sun for its annual resurrection.
As a perennial, The Bleeding Heart is a picture of resilience. It proves to fainting hearts that there is growth and beauty after what seems like, what appears like death. Valentine’s Day for some is painful, lonely, sad. It speaks of Love All Around, but to the one jilted or the one who has never known a soul mate, to the one who has lost love by death or divorce or mere disinterest, it is a season that bespeaks perhaps shame and certainly sadness. It is about a heart bleeding.
Yet, as we consider this sweet, obscure plant created by a Creator God whose own Heart Desire is fellowship with His created one, hope begins to rise. Finding Him means finding that that you ARE loved after all. Finding Him means finding that you are never truly alone. Finding Him means that you, like this lovely flower may bleed sometimes, but always there is a Healer for your pain, a Constant Companion for your need, a Lover for your soul.
Valentine’s is a Day to celebrate LOVE. It is a Day to celebrate that “I am loved”! It is a Day of hearts and flowers, of candy and gifts. Above all, it is a Day among Days to KNOW and to SHARE LOVE with those around you by being attuned to their hearts. Together, let’s give the Gift of Love to several others this Valentine’s, not just those within our circle. Share a smile, a kind word, an unexpected remembrance. Our love, like the bleeding heart, can restore hope and resilience in another.