February
February is always such a tough month for me, mentally. I just want to be DONE with winter and feel the warmth of spring air on my face and see the renewal of life that a new season brings. I know that February is the shortest month, but it never really feels like it.
February also brings Valentine’s Day, which I abhor. I mean, the sentiment is nice, but it just seems like it adds such a cheapness to something as complicated, wondrous and crazy as love is. (Not to mention I have to coerce my son to fill out those cheap little boxed up cards for his classmates and provide 2 dozen cupcakes for a party to commemorate the blessed event.) I feel like Valentine’s day tries to pretty up love and make it all hearts and roses and pinkness and chocolate and love is rarely any of those things. Love is giving up a dream to change diapers and clean up snot and puke. Love is forgiving the seemingly unforgivable. Love is choosing to hold your tongue even though it would temporarily feel oh-so-good to let the ugly truth out. Love is Jesus bearing the most unimaginable pain and suffering for those that hardly think of Him and even mock His name.
So, I’m tolerating you February, and really looking forward to March.
