The most wondrous thing happened to me last week. So wonderful, in fact, that I am just now absorbing it. And so wonderful that I want to share it with each of you. But to do so means we must step into a time machine and travel backwards to a week ago. Back to the heart-shaped day I usually have no love for - Valentine's Day!

I won't go into all the gory details for you, but suffice it to say I have more often than not felt discriminated against on Cupid's day. I'm not whining, but just making a statement. And I know I'm not the only person who feels this way, especially if they are a guy-less woman or a woman-less guy. But I digress! Let's get back to the wondrous happening….

The ringing of my phone signaled the beginning of what I now deem one of the most special moments of my life. It was Cindy, calling from the flower shop. She needed to deliver something to me, and about ten minutes later I had the item in my hands. It was a tall and slender clear-glassed vase, and nestled amidst greenery was one long-stemmed rose. There was also a card, and as I opened the little white envelope I was thinking how nice it was that my mom or one of my siblings had thought of me - the Valentine‘s grinch. But quite soon I realized this unexpected gift wasn't from anyone in my immediate family.

The card I pulled from the envelope was light, girlie pink, and stamped across the top were the usual words, Happy Valentine's Day. But beneath those words, written in ink and in someone's handwriting, were these words: “My Love, You are a delight to me and you are so beautiful. I Love You.”. I sort of hiccupped then, even as tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. And then the tears began to flow freely as I read the name of the sender of such tender and sweet sentiments! The card had been simply signed, “Jesus”.

I don't know how long I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, crying and rereading those words on that little pink card. Even as questions swirled in my mind, I was struck by the miracle of it all. For truly, just the day before I had been led to believe that I was anything but loved or lovely, and definitely not delightful. And yet, less than twenty-four hours later, could Jesus - would Jesus - desire to tell me that He thought I was, indeed, beautiful, delightful and oh, so loved? As I breathed in the fragrance of that ruby red and perfect rose, I knew I had a decision to make right then and there. Would I, or wouldn't I, believe? Believe not only the words, but also the idea that Jesus would desire to reach down and personally touch my heart and soul with this stunning Valentine. And so, with a humble heart brimming with grace and faith, I chose to believe!

Until the day I say farewell to this earthly life, I will treasure, and often look upon, this small rectangular love note. It shall be my touchstone! May it be yours, too. When you are feeling somewhat less than totally loved, remember this story and then choose to hear Jesus saying to you, “My Love, You are a delight to me and you are so beautiful.”


Postscript : To all you Sherlock Holmes and Miss Marples out there - Like you, I admit I have wondered who Jesus chose as His liaison between heaven and earth. But, I have decided that some mysteries are best left unsolved…and this is one of them! And to whoever “you” are, I thank you for listening, and then writing, from your heart. May God richly bless you!