I think Valentine’s may be the most dangerous day to be on Facebook. It rivals Mother’s Day. Not sure which is worse. You see, comparison is a problem for me, and maybe for you.
It is so stinkin easy to read everybody else’s posts about having the most amazing husband, who brought them the most amazing flowers, showered them with love and affection and took them out for a fun evening. Kudos to you amazing husbands!
However, I used to get a bit…. resentful. Because my hubs didn’t want to make a spectacle out of this particular day so I could slap pictures up on Facebook. I mean, we do go out for great evenings, and he picks me flowers when he finds a unique one, and he doesn’t need to bring home chocolate because I’ve either bought it or made it.
BUT, in the spirit of recognizing love, I’ve chosen to quit comparing and start being thankful for love.
Jesus loves me, this I know.
My children love me, even though they don’t always know how to express it.
My husband loves me. This is a precious gift, and one I should not take for granted. He is committed and faithful. He works hard to provide for us. He takes his job as a dad seriously and pours loving truth and discipline into these boys of ours. He’s funny. He’s cute. I could go on but I don’t need to. I have much to be thankful for. Comparison is the thief of joy and I will not let it rob me from seeing how much I am loved.
Yesterday, I was having yet another day of fatigue, unbalanced hormones, restlessness. And my hubs, chose to love me instead of resenting yet another day with a grouchy wife. Coffee, brownie-in-a-mug, apple swan, a bag of my favorite chips, and Food Network (this is very special!). It’s not traditional, and it was Feb 13, but I don’t care. I choose to see the love that surrounds me.