Whatever happened to the Valentine boxes we made as children?  Are schools still doing that or is it no longer politically correct to be friends and show your love for your fellow students?  Have we become so afraid to show affection within our schools for fear that it will be misinterpreted?  I hope not.  Has any outward expression of caring disappeared from our vocabulary?  Have we become so isolated that we no longer have the right to love one another?

I remember making a fancy valentine box to take to school. It was adorned with lace paper doilies and colorful construction paper hearts. It had to be beautiful and outstanding. I would bring it along with a stack of valentine cards for all my classmates and return home with a stack of cards from each of them. I often wondered what I would do if I didn’t get even one valentine. I would be devastated.  If there would be a reason for not exchanging valentines, it would have to be that.  Someone might not receive even one.  Part of the fun of exchanging these little cards, was being able to share your friendship with another and receive some back as well.

Love is important to all of us. When we’re born, we rely on the love of our parents to shape our personality and belief system. Cuddles and hugs are necessary physical signs from those administering them, that we are loved.  When we grow older, we depend on our peers to make us feel important. We try to fit into the mold they’ve fashioned for us, without thinking about the possible repercussions. As we become adults we search for the one well spend our life with, but may not find that right person. The way we feel about ourselves depends largely on how others feel about us, but is it the only way we can feel loved?

Love can be expressed in countless ways – a touch, a hug, a kiss, a kind word, gifts, encouragement, praise, honor and on and on.  The selfless act of loving another person, is a willingness to look beyond yourself and discover that you’re incomplete without them.  It really has more to do with a feeling – an emotion – a specialness that comes from caring about someone else more than yourself.

Cards, candy, flowers and other gifts cannot replace words.  When we tell another that we love them, we’re giving them a piece of us that they can tuck away inside them.  We’re sharing a portion of our thoughts, our hopes and dreams with them.  For many, it’s a difficult thing to say, because we may feel we’re sacrificing too much.

To define the word love, you would have to say that it is a feeling of great attachment emotionally. It can also be described as a virtue – a compassion, empathy or sympathy we feel for someone in need or during a time of loss.  Love is a beautiful word.  It should be reserved for those who are most special to us, but also to be shared with those who need to be loved.

In our walk on this planet, we’ll encounter many ways to express love, but we will never be able to match the unconditional love shown to us by our Savior, Jesus.  He gave up everything for us – not because He had to, but because He loves us, even in our sinful condition.  There is no greater love than this.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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5 Responses to THE VALENTINE BOX

  1. SharaC says:

    Aww my boys made them up until 5th grade, I miss it!! ❤️

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  2. I remember those boxes—we also had little decorated brown paper lunch bags as well…but in a way I often dreaded Valentines–just as my son did when he was little—it was that dreaded hype of would you or woulnd’t you get that special card from that special someone…but in the end, it all comes together—he and his wife had their first date on Valentines and I have a wonderful man in my life who has been a tireless dad and husband…so a blessing—but as you allude—there is but one true everlasting Love—and we saw that on a cross…

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  3. In our schools, they still do it in grade school. Have to bring enough for everyone though.

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  4. My grandson still has to make a valentine box for school. He seems to enjoy making them.

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  5. I love it! What happy memories this recalls for me! ❤

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