Hallelujah! Hallelujah! (George Frideric Handel)

This morning, for some reason, I rose to my feet singing, “hallelujah! hallelujah!  la la la la!  la la la la!  ha-lle-e-lu-u-ja!  Then, I made up my bed for the first time in a week.  It wasn’t that I went to bed early.  In fact, I went to bed late after studying about Henry Hensche, the famous American painter.

The fact that I made up my bed was a huge indication that the grey cloud is moving on out.  Yeah!   The fact that today is Valentine’s Day and I am making up my bed, fluffing up the pillows, and pressing all the wrinkles out of the emerald green coverlet without my dear heart with me, is even more of a triumph.  You see, when Jerry and I were first married, I remember vividly, what a nagging  Valentine wife I was.  Jerry was raised in a family of boys who were never trained in romance.  I, thinking I was a princess who should be adored, thought he should go over the top to express that.  NOT HAPPENING!  That first Valentine’s Day, once morning had passed and lunch was over, there were still no flowers, cards, and especially no diamonds!  (I never was a diamond person anyway.)  Anyway, I proceeded to lechture and nag him on the importance of doing something special for me.  After all, I had gotten him a card.  Ha!  Once the dripping faucet of my contentious voice filled his bucket he stormed out of the house and slammed the door.  Ah, such a wonderful sweetheart I was.  About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  I answered it and he shoved some flowers in my face and said, “HERE!”  Even worse, he had cut them from his MOTHER’s garden!

Oh, we had so much to learn.

Today, after being well trained by Jerry, I feel free from the commercial traps that society says we need to do to express our love to our loved ones.  I know how much Jerry loves me;  more than any other.  I can tell by the way he greets me when I walk in the room.  I can tell by the way he places his arm around me and how I see his chiseled hand, etched with character, is draped across my shoulder.  ...a love that is more than a material gift created by the masterminded marketers of this world,  but the gift of selflessness and sacrifice.

So, instead of being sad today, I am so enriched and gratetful.  Grateful to the God of this universe who, I believe,  gave me this life filled with beauty, anguish, love and hope.  It is because of this that I can sing....

"Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Revelation 11:15 15. . . the kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ: and He shall reign for ever and ever. Revelation 19:16 16. . . . KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS."