February, the funny spelled month, the one the “r” is not often pronounced. February, it’s not January and not yet March. February can be brutally cold or sunny and pleasant for winter, that is. Punxsutawney Phil determines how long winter will last; it’s a short month some years, shorter than others, the whole leap year thing! The year I was born I only missed leap year by a few days. Wouldn’t that be a bummer only celebrating your birthday every four years? Yeah February is a unique month, yet it is its own month, quirks and all.
I suppose I’m a lot like February. I’ll admit I have some quirks. Now don’t go getting carried away, be nice! Because we all have quirks, those little idiosyncrasies that make you, well you, and guess what? God loves your quirks, or should I say He loves you warts and all. He knows the number of hairs on your head. He knows your thoughts before you think them (Wow). He knows your setting down and your raising up. He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you are good or bad, so be good for goodness sake – oh wait a minute, that’s another dude. You get the picture!
I love the fact that God keeps track of me . . . He puts my life’s story in a book. In that book in Big Bold letters, the date prominently marked . . . my second birthday, the day I was born again. Hallelujah! When you think about this month of February, remember God loves you. He has a plan for your life. You are precious to Him. Allow Him to work in you all He wants. Remember, He is putting it in your book!