I'm trying to listen to that love because Satan spends just as much time whispering his own words into my ears. Only his is crap. And I've spent far too much time in my life being hosed by his lies and I'm sick of that. Because there is a savior who only speaks truth and love and who, for some strange reason, thought I was worth dying for and I don't do him or me any favors when I ignore him and listen to the drivel of the one who seeks to undermine the hard, hard work Jesus has already put into transforming my life. So I'm asking Jesus to be my Valentine, cheesy as that is. I'm gonna send him one of those little card thingys with the matching holographic bookmark and a slot for a dumdum sucker. And it'll make him laugh cause he gets that I'm desperate and snarky and willing to do anything to make it official. Jesus is my Valentine.
So this is me being real. Weird. Relieved. In love.