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Last year on Valentine’s Day, I posted this and I still think it’s an important enough message to post it again:
I love you.
We hear it a lot. It has all sorts of meanings. God’s definition is Christ on the cross. That’s love. It’s not a warm-fuzzy feeling. It’s gut-wrenching sacrifice. My pastor defined love as “giving to someone where they have a need.” That is what Christ did.
When I say “I love hiking,” “I love Chocolate Obsession soy ice cream,” or “I love having a car so I don’t have to take the bus,” what I mean is “I love myself and what these things do for me.” If these things fail to fulfill my need or perform as expected, I would toss them aside without a second thought.
My pastor advised women and young ladies that when a man says “I love you,” then tries to do with them what only their husbands would have a right to, “I love you,” is NOT what he meant. What he meant was, “I love myself and what you can do for me.” I hope the parallel here is obvious.
That’s not terribly romantic, is it? “Hey baby, I love myself and what you can do for me. Wanna go out?” What girl could resist that! The truth makes a big difference, doesn’t it?
Don’t buy the words, girls. Listen to the actions.