I remember well those shoe boxes turned mail holders. We decorated them with red and pink papers, making sure our name was clearly labeled on the outside. It was the popular kids who always seemed to get the most cards. I still remember noticing how few were given to the outcasts of the class.
These days, teachers have students bring in cards for each person in the class, ensuring no one is left out. My son’s preschool class is having a party soon. I head to the store and browse the Valentine’s Day aisle. I look at all the cute gifts splattered with hearts. I read the sayings of love stamped onto sour heart candies and lollipops. The selection of cards with favorite television and movie characters on them is abundant, making it hard to choose.
I think about the people who probably have no one to whom they will give or receive a card. For many, holidays like this only remind them of times they have been hurt by love. I wonder how many walk by the card aisle and flinch as old wounds open up fresh. I consider those who have never even had words of love spoken to them, much less received a card.
Love, as defined and lived out in our world, often leaves hearts empty.
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