My husband outdid himself. Now, we are trying hard to not spend extra money on frivolous things, so we had decided we weren't going to go out somewhere nice to eat. It was probably crowded everywhere anyway. Wade told me he was going to cook for me, but wasn't going to tell me what he was fixing. Well, after church he gave me a hint: surf & turf. Ok, I can deal with that.
Our menu: Sauteed scallops, grilled Mahi Mahi, and ribeye steaks, complete with sides and wine. A little Third Day playing in the background. Dinner was amazing. He did so good! Everything was delicious and cooked to perfection. I wish I had taken pictures, but we were hungry and it smelled so good! I'm so thankful for my Valentine! I think he really loves me.
As good as Wade treated me yesterday, I have to admit that he is not my first love. He knows this. I told Wade long before I even knew that I loved him, that there was another man in my life, and that he would always have to take second place. You see, I'm blessed to have two Valentines. Jesus Christ, lover of my soul, is my Valentine. This holiday is supposed to represent love, and there is none who represents love greater than He does. He didn't cook me supper, didn't buy me a card that made me cry, didn't give me roses or candy or jewelry. He gave so much more. He laid down His life for me. He chose death to give me life. The Father loved me enough, even with all of my unloveliness, to give up His own child. The only reason I have the capability of loving Wade, or anyone else for that matter, the way that I do, is because He first loved me. What an overwhelming thought!
We love because He first loved us. 1 John 4:19 (NIV)
I love my Valentine.
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