What an appropriate day to feel that God's love is in everything.
I love the way only the violin or the cello, or the oboe, or the clarinet or some other instrument is the only thing that can speak to you of beauty and heaven at certain moments.
I feel the warmth of love when I sit still and watch the sunset, or let the breeze tousle my hair and whisper of love that the earth has seen through the many years.
I love when rejoicing at the beauty and sweetness of the word, God's love swells up inside me and leaks out in tears down my face as I feel a warm embrace.
I feel overwhelmed with the out pouring of love that I feel when I think of the special moments when peace flows through my veins and cleanses me.
How can I keep from singing when the Lord answers that he will understand my heart forever and that he loves one such as I even after I have said "depart from me for I am too full of sin to be numbered with thee."
My heart is full to the brim with love that has been given to me this Valentines day. I feel that this year especially when the world is in turmoil, the love of the Lord is flowing down in a abundance that our spiritual ships are, like Peter, sinking with the tremendous amount of love (or in his case fishes.)
