I’m a single girl in her 20’s on Valentine’s Day. Am I supposed to be sad or disappointed? Probably. Am I? Not at all. In high school, I would imagine what Valentine’s Day would be like in my 20’s – I just knew I would be married, have a family, a really great job, living in a 3 bedroom home at the beach. THANK GOD my plans didn’t become reality! I think of how screwed up my view of love was. I so desperately wanted to be loved that I grasped at empty promises and fleeting moments. I loved the idea of love. My heart was ripped apart, stepped on, mistreated, and taken for granted. I am to blame for every heartache I’ve been through because I didn’t listen to the redirections of Christ. I tuned out God’s voice and promises for how my heart was to be held. I was too eager to patiently wait for His promises to come to fruition. It took hitting rock bottom and my sweet friend Tatum reminding me of God’s grace and perfect love. Jesus would never leave me wanting more, never abandon my heart, and wildly and perfectly pursue me. There is someone in this world who understands how precious God’s love is and how necessary it is in order to have a healthy and beautiful relationship. If I find them, great. If I don’t, God doesn’t love me any less. I’m begging you, sweet friends, please hold on tight to how love is biblically defined and remember, receiving that love also requires giving that same love. Keep your heart safe. Believe in the magical, fairytale kind of love. I certainly believe it still exists. Happy Valentine’s Day!