lover of my soul

So Valentine's Day has come and passed once again. I'll admit that I'm not the biggest fan of the holiday at this moment. Likely, this has something to do with my persistent state of singleness. Yet, I will not be that guy who vents disdain for this holiday. When I'm half of a couple, I love the day! No, I will not be spiteful, but will instead take the higher road. Instead, I direct my thoughts to the love my God has for me. His love is the sort that not even the greatest myths or fairy tales could come close to describing. The most sweeping romantic epics and the most moving lyrics could never capture the pure passion displayed by my God. Sure, there are stories of men... even women... who would go to great lengths for love, but not one story is filled with such heart-wrenching betrayal by the bride, such filth in the sinfulness of the beloved, such grace shown by her lover, such love without condition as the story of the romance of Christ and his bride. There are even stories of men... even women... willing to lay their life on the line for the sake of love, but none hold the truth of a lover so devoted as to descend from heaven in order to pay the penalty of his beloved's crimes... tasting the fullness of death, then returning from the very pit of Hell to be joined in eternal union with his freed bride. What other story describes a lover who swallows the filth of sin in order to restore the virginal purity to his loved one?
No, I won't despise Valentine's Day. There's no reason for that. Instead I will delight in the love of my Lord and Savior. And I will wait. I will wait for the day that He permits me to pass along the love that He has lavished upon me to the one I will unified with.