“Being” A Real Love Letter

Valentine’s Day is around the corner.

 The card section in the stores are lined with rows and rows of the red-hearted messages.  They’re filled with touching words about love.

Will you send out your messages?  Your reminders of love?

I am reminded of what real love is to me…


 What is a total gift of love?  It’s “being’ a love letter all year long.

It’s the example of a giving life that disposes others to believe in my love.

If I sit around on my computer most days and most nights,

barely waving at hand at the ones that I love…

Can I send them a message red scripted gushy words— in truth?

If I lie about what I have said and have done…

Can I sign my name to a red card bleeding love?

If I cannot die to my childish ways, and only value time spent on myself….

Will they read the love letter of my life?

My conduct will be the true test.  The day to day gift will preach my love. An action, a look, a gesture, a smile …often does more than a long babbling of words.

Oh but wait, there are times when they’re unbearable to me!  I just cannot see them as lovable.  The feelings aren’t there, so the love must be gone…

Why work at it?   Why waste my time?

The world would say so.  Sign off, but don’t live it.

Go through motions, but harbor thoughts these thoughts:

 “They’re not worth my energy and time.”

Imagine Christ as He hung on the cross of Real Love, thinking I’m not worth His time.

No, He sees in each one of us, the great price of His Love and offers His Sacred Heart to be pierced.  The Blood that He shed – every drop shed because He says,

“You are worthy of this Love”.

“But God proves his love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8

Christ died by “being” the real love letter. Read it at the crucifixion.

To love even when we don’t feel like it.  To “will” the good of the other, while not counting the cost for ourselves.

And this is done daily. Often. Until is becomes more and more real.

‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” 

― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

I’m with ya, Skin Horse.  I’m shabby.  But the people who love me understand.  And I read their love letters to me every day.  Then I receive the Valentine’s meaning in truth.

And “being” a real love letter is what I hope for each day. I’ll love them even when joints are loose.

 So that the hearts I encounter can know from my life that I see in them 

the price of His opened pierced Heart.

And I’ll sign the card with my life.