As long as I can remember, my Granny kept a heart-shaped candy box on her dresser. That faded box dropped bits of its artificial silk flowers every time I dusted the thing. I couldn't understand why she would keep such a thing. Mice or men had long since eaten its sweet innards. Quite frankly, it was an ancient, ragged and dirty eye-sore. Its only appeal lay in its heart-like shape.
One day, Granny opened it in my presence. It held nothing but one snippet of paper. It too was shabby and faded. She fingered it gently and then carefully closed the box. To this day, I don't know what was on that paper. I do know that it fed my Granny's heart with some kind of love memory. She went to her grave with that secret. Maybe I’ll find out in heaven.
I still wonder about its contents. Was it a love letter from Gramps, a war time note from a long-lost love, or even some small keepsake from her mom, who died when Gran was a child?
This is my first Valentine’s Day without my Honey. It comforts me to remember my Granny found comfort from the smallest memory.
Proverbs 14:10-Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy.
Valentine’s Day is not always for the young or for couples. It isn’t always about new love, engagements, and expensive presents, or chocolate. Valentines are for the heart…because the heart always remembers love (NIV).
Prayer: Lord, help those of us who do not fit into the world view of Valentine’s Day chocolate and flowers find our comfort in you.
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