I have joined the Cupid Shot Me blog fest over at Diane Estrella's place today. Please hop around (like a bunny) and read the other Valentine posts. This post isn't really about Cupid shooting me though. It turned into something different. (Sorry Diane)
I could write about my love for my hubby and all of our children. But I have chosen to write about my Savior. He has been sooooo good to me. He has rescued me from myself countless times and loved me when no one else could. He has been with me through all of Christopher's problems and y'all know that has been a lifetime of hospital visits and doctors offices. (Definitely not complaining about them) But He has carried me when I could not walk. When I was so frightened about Christopher that I could not breathe. Through the laughter and the tears. Through the happiness and the fears. Through the blissful times, through the despair. He never asked for anything but my undying affection and for me to obey his commands. I do this gladly. Because I know that I know that I know this is not my home. I am but a visitor here. An alien. My real home awaits, along with all who have gone before me.
Jesus Christ/Yeshua/The Son of The Most High God, will you be my valentine? When I think about this day of love, I think about my Savior. Without who, I would be completely lost and alone. He has helped Christopher more times than I can count. 35-45 seizures a day? Gone! Chance of stroke with the Sturge-weber. He hasn't had one! Glaucoma so bad Christopher will go blind. He sees my ugly mug every day! (Poor kid) And countless other things that could happen. But haven't! Or if they have, we made it though those storms.
I was going to do this post about Christopher. After all, he too is my valentine. But I decided at last minute to do it for Christ. Thank you for reading. Happy Valentines Day to all my pals. Smooches and hugs. I love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *waving*