The Fluent Heart
“Our callings could be at stake if we don’t allow God to deal with our chronic insecurities.” ~Beth Moore, Praying God’s Word Day by Day.
Last night I shared a childhood memory of Valentines Day with my husband. Every year, the kids in my class would decorate a shoebox for Valentine’s Day with the hope that by the end of the day it would be filled with adoring sentiments from our classmates. Of course you can see the set up coming…if you got lots of Valentines then you were popular, cool, most likely pretty and if you didn’t…well than you were me.
Tomorrow is Valentines Day. It is one of those days that some look forward to and others pray to pass quickly. It is by nature, bittersweet. When you consider that at its core is the idea that we are loved and cherished, one can see how this day will forever be a catch twenty-two. All the women I know, and will most likely know have a secret life. They are fully involved in an intimate relationship with someone they really don’t think is worthy of love.
While all signs point to the idea that we were fought for, sacrificed for and pursued by God, we often believe all of that might have been for someone else. We listen to our beating hearts thump out, “we aren’t that pretty…we aren’t that smart…we just aren’t that faithful or good… someone might see…someone might see…someone might see who we really are.”
This results in deep sense of loneliness in our lives, an ocean of tears throughout time and a God who sets out to convince us to stop hiding. It is a bittersweet drama.
There is a language of love at work in our lives; it is fluent in our most innermost needs and desires. We are free to create a life from an empty shoebox or we can fill it with proof that we are loveable. This is really good news and worthy of our consideration. What would life look like if we were convinced that we are loved?
Life is too short not to have a full understanding of what God meant when he proclaimed you fearfully and wonderfully made. I seriously doubt your shoebox will be able to contain it!
Happy Valentines Day, today and always,
Kathy Vick C.L.C. 503 886 9642 kathy@fluentlifecoaching.com
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Shoe boxes make me sad to this day. What torture those class parties seemed to be.
My kids are adults, now. When they were young, though, we used a concordance to look up Bible verses that spoke of God’s love for us. We had a stack of blank paper hearts on the table. One by one, we filled in the hearts with many of those verses, reading them out loud to each other, as we went. It was an all day activity. We crammed them into a boot box that they had decorated for Valentines Day. It became the centerpiece of our Valentine table for years.
The kids, also, made construction paper placemats and wrote Valentines to God. We laminated them. Those, too, became annual table decorations. My hope was that this would put into perspective, the temporary disappointment that seemed to come from not having the dream-Valentine-classroom-shoebox that inevitably came home under arm, at the end of the day, year after year.