Everywhere, they celebrate with roses today.
Soft music.
Candlelight.
Hands intertwined across dinner tables.
And I smile, because this is the day I was born.
Born on a day the world celebrates love.
And every year, I’m reminded of something many spend a lifetime discovering:
I was never meant to chase love. I was born carrying it.
Valentine’s Day will always mean more to me.
Not because of roses.
Not because of romance.
But because this is the day I arrived
not with flowers in my hands,
but with breath in my lungs
and purpose in my bones.
Before applause.
Before validation.
Before anyone ever whispered my name with affection.
Before anyone chose me — God did.
Scripture reminds us, “God is love” (1 John 4:8).
And if that is true — then being created by Him means I did not enter this world empty of love.
I was born on purpose.
Born with value.
Born carrying a love the world cannot manufacture and cannot take away.
The world dresses love in red and gold,
ties ribbons around it,
places it in heart-shaped boxes,
measures it by who holds whose hand.
But my existence?
It was wrapped in divine intention.
And I’ll be honest, there were years I forgot that.
Years I searched for love in attention.
Years I mistook being wanted for being valued.
Years I nearly handed my worth to hands
that didn’t know how to hold it gently.
Maybe you’ve done that too.
Maybe you’ve confused presence with permanence.
Maybe you’ve settled for crumbs because you forgot you were created whole.
But time , and grace
taught me differently.
Love isn’t proven by who stays.
It’s revealed in who you become
after you survive what didn’t.
While others search for affection, I honor growth.
While couples exchange gifts, I reflect on the quiet strength
that kept my heart open
when it would have been easier to close it.
Love is not something I wait for.
It’s something I walk in.
Today is not about balloons or candlelit rooms.
It’s about capacity.
The capacity to grow.
To release what was never meant to remain.
To forgive without forgetting my worth.
To love without losing myself.
To remain soft, without becoming weak.
Another year older.
Another year wiser.
Another year aligned in faith and identity.
And maybe that’s the real gift of a Valentine’s Day birthday:
Not romance.
Not applause.
But revelation.
So yes, they celebrate love today.
But I celebrate becoming.
And if today feels heavy instead of romantic,
if you are scrolling and wondering whether you are loved,
Let this be your reminder:
You were not born lacking love.
You were born from it.
I am not waiting to be loved.
I am living as someone who already is.
I didn’t come into this world searching for love,
I came into it sent by Love Himself.
If this stirred something in you, take a moment to reflect: Share your thoughts in the comments.
And if you want to continue exploring biblical love and what it means to live it with integrity, read Love Beyond Winning And Losing. , Love Without Expectation, Love Is Not Supposed To Hurt, Love Begins With God, Not Us, Love Reveals What We Trust, When We Throw “Love” Around Too Loosely, and continue the journey of growing deeper in love, faith, and truth.
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