I don't want to be a cynic, but I really can't stand Valentine's Day. It's really not cause I'm bitter, although I have gone through many a pink-splattered Valentine's day with a broken heart, mascara-tear stained face and no one sending me flowers. By the grace of God, there is no bitter root, just painful… Continue reading Love is not a pink teddy bear
I've grown thick-skinned after 26 hard years. At seventeen this small-town girl met a big-city boy and fell into infatuation. After two years of dating, and three break-ups, I married that rebellious, out-of-town boy who walked into my life wearing torn and bleached blue jeans, long blonde hair and a pink corduroy hat. After 24… Continue reading Ash Wednesday is a perfect Valentine.
It's not that other days with a broken heart aren't painful. It's just that on Valentine's Day everywhere you look, go or listen pink shiny hearts and candy pour like salt on your wounds. I've waded my way through the gushing pink day with my own busted up heart many times. This year I do… Continue reading When your heart is broken on Valentine’s Day