Yesterday in church my Pastor spoke of love and the different ways we communicate our love to others. He suggested that we all have our own “love language”. Some express and receive love through encouraging words, others through acts of service, some through gifts.
His sermon made me appreciate how important it is to speak the proper love language to the people in our lives. My parents, married almost 50 years, definitely understand each other’s love language. I have never heard my father actually say the words “I love you” to my mother, yet every week he takes her car to the gas station and fills her tank. And my father has yet to make his own meal. Even if my mother goes away for a few days, she prepares all of my father’s meals ahead of time. They speak to each other through acts of service, and they hear it as love.
Every birthday and special event my husband sends me flowers, thinking that I will know he loves me through his gifts, and yet it’s the card that is attached to the flowers I appreciate most. I prefer words, so while the flowers may wilt and die, the message on the card is what will remain in my heart.
My husband, on the other hand, prefers physical touch. I know he appreciates the hot meal that sits waiting for him each night, but it’s the hug that I give him when he returns home from work that speaks my love to him. And yet, I try to give my boys a hug and I am quickly brushed off, so I make sure their favorite foods are in the fridge and their laundry is cleaned and put away.
We all thrive on giving and receiving love, it’s what we were created to do, but ultimately, it’s how well we know the love language of those we are in a relationship with that determines the success of that relationship. And today, on Valentine’s Day, I will know I am loved because my husband will take the time to choose just the right words to express his feelings, and these special words will be delivered to the house on a beautiful card with some flowers attached.