02/15/2026
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And so I started to wonder about love.
And I started to tell God that love wasn’t for me. That it was too risky. Too fragile.
Too… fickle.
And then Valentine’s Day crept in, and I held my breath.
I imagined all the love out there. Out there in the world that wasn’t mine anymore.
The couples. The families intact. The giggles and flowers and cards full of deep, soul-filling words.
Somehow this day, painted in pinks and reds, lights up the pain of the missing, doesn’t it?
It’s a day designated. And if you’re not in the group, it feels extra lonely.
So I told God about it. I told Him about the missing and the wishing. I told Him — as if He didn’t already know — that I was over it.
After all, I’d been unchosen. Traded in.
And as Valentine’s Day crept up closer, I stayed hunkered down in the missing, peering out at what I imagined everyone else was enjoying.
In the pain of what had been stolen from our family, I had fixed my heart on the loss.
But on February 14th, I felt an undeniable pull to Truth.
Limping my way to my big cozy chair, Bible in hand, I popped Kari Jobe’s “I’m Listening” into my ears and opened my heart to a different narrative.
And then this happened…
“Where is My Cross in your love story?”
I still get goosebumps when I think about this. His voice in my heart with more tenderness than I can explain.
And then, “You mean everything to Me. I’d choose you a million times.”
The deep, soul-filling words of my Rescuer flooded my heart with more power than anything I’d ever felt before.
Chosen.
A million times.
A love that pursues.
Dies for.
Never lets go.
A love that honours covenant to the death. One that’s determined.
Full. Perfect.
If you could have peered into my little living room that February 14th as I danced and wept, you’d have laughed out loud.
And then maybe, because you know this love but you need reminding too, you’d have joined me there.
And so here we are.
Valentine’s Day again.
And I don’t know what sore spots you’re nursing today. But I know there’s many of you carrying a deep missing. A heart longing.
A wishing this day, dressed in pink, wasn’t sore.
Can I offer up this reminder? Focus on the Cross this Valentine’s Day.
And every day, for that matter… but today, when the missing is extra sharp, determine to fix your whole heart on the One Who chooses you a million times.
Focus.
Really focus on the Man on that centre Cross. Notice His love for you. His pure and perfect covenantal pouring out for you.
The greatest love letter ever written to you is right there.
Chosen.
Pursued.
Loved without condition.
No human experience ever comes close.
And tomorrow, when you wake up, head to His Love letter. Open it up and listen deep to what He has to say.
I think you’ll find His Words land deeper than any others you’ve ever read.
❤️ Nicole
PS… let’s flood this page with His Words. For those who need it extra today, take a minute to write out your favorite passage.
