It’s another Date

I am going another date. Not with my husband; not that he doesn’t know already. My mother passed away not quite a year ago. Yesterday was her birthday. I have tried to keep up with my stepfather; he stepped into the role for almost 28 years and made my mother very happy… So it’s another date. I try to do something with him once a month sometimes it works out to be more. It has become very fun and interesting. He likes to eat; so we are trying out all sorts of new places and the good old tried and true places.

Why don’t we date anymore? My husband and I have tried to make Wednesday night our date night. His love language is eating also; perhaps it’s that way with all men. Not that I don’t like to eat,but I enjoy experiencing life doing other things.

Jesus left us an example to love people. For me, that means going on dates. Grandpa Frank and I used to go out all the time. He always found someone he knew regardless of where we would adventure in southern Minnesota. Jesus didn’t seem to care what you did, but he did care that you “did something in his name” A cup of cold water, a chocolate chip cookie, a walk in the park, a listening moment or a package of M & M’s. Loving means doing something.