My mom is single. Widowed with six kids. Romantic, right? She was not sulky about Valentine's Day but it certainly wasn't something she awaited with the eagerness of a new bride (not that I know what that's like...) She also has memories of my dad's funeral being on Valentine's Day weekend, which also happens to fall the day after her birthday. Yuck!
Needless to say, she was fighting a bit of loneliness and "woe is me" on her way back home after a visit to Dallas. Coming back to the often harsh reality of single parenting would be a challenge on any day, much less on a day that is already a land mine for self pity if you're not skipping through fields of flowers with your loved one as every Valentine's Day add says you should be!
However, one of the things God has been teaching my mom has to do with His being her husband in a sense. He provides, protects, loves, and cherishes her. He fathers her children. He cares for her in little ways. Here is one of those ways-
When she got home late on Valentine's Day with a meager two days worth of groceries to put in the fridge, she found it fully stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables. She also found the pantry full of food. The kitchen was spotless, the stairs were polished, the rugs cleaned, the driveway pressure washed. (She described the driveway to me as "glowing in the dark!") A group of young people, including some of her children, had prepared all this for her along with a few Valentine and birthday gifts.
When my mom called to ask who had been involved, her friend Lindsay simply said "that's not important. All you need to know is that it was a team of people who love you, people from all over."
"For your Maker is your husband, the Lord of Hosts is His name;
and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer,
the God of the whole earth He is called." - Isaiah 54:5
"The Lord...cares for the widow and the fatherless" - Psalm 146:9