A girl in my youth group at church calls Valentine’s Day “single’s awareness day”.

My third grade class will celebrate by giving each other high amounts of sugar. (which I will tell them to eat at home, you’re welcome parents)

Last year Eryn and I celebrated by not answering the phone. It was a lame date by other people’s standards, but we enjoyed the quiet. So, I woke up this morning with a couple of crises and some bad news on my phone, all related to my “part time” job (pastoring). I guess Problems didn’t look at the calendar and realize it was Valentine’s Day.

But for me, the day after Valentine’s Day is one of the most important days ever. 30 years ago today, my parents went on their first date. She was a preacher’s kid (the innocent kind) and he was in a rock n’ roll band. Apparently it was a kinda lame date as well because my dad was playing bass the entire time while my mom watched a bunch of people not dance.

It makes me wonder, how often the down times and the “lame dates” become the times when significant problems or amazing experiences come about? We are always waiting for the next thing and seldom realize the lame parts of life are part of our short lives. Enjoy each moment and look for the significance in the mundane. You may find more than you realized.