When Love Looks A Lot Like Stopping

I stepped off the bus at the corner of Dundas and Richmond. A crowd of people pressed close as commuters scurried to catch their transfer, I was no exception.

The air was cold. The kind of cold that makes you imagine there are tiny icicles in your nose. The thermometer read -24 Celsius. I shrugged my shoulders up to my ears and buried my nose into the neck of my coat. My whole body was trying to turn in on itself to find warmth.

My ear buds were planted deep in my ears and my worship music was cranked. Between trying to escape the cold, staying on schedule and the ear splitting music pulsing I didn’t see her. In fact, I almost stepped on her… Finish reading here

Won’t you join me over at Grace Table? Let’s talk about loving with what you’ve got, right where you’re at.