09/03/2026
Maybe love is still there, waiting beneath the full life.
Waiting to be remembered.
Waiting to be tended.
Waiting for the two of you to look up and find each other again.
There is a quiet ache in carrying life together and still missing each other.
You can pass each other in the kitchen.
Coordinate the schedule.
Answer the messages.
Show up for the children.
Serve the church.
Care for the people who need you.
And still miss each other.
Not because love is gone.
Because attention has been pulled in every direction except toward the relationship itself.
Tenderness rarely disappears all at once.
Sometimes it gets covered over by good things.
Responsibilities.
Service.
Fatigue.
Plans.
Needs.
The next thing waiting to be done.
Grace makes room to notice.
Not with shame.
With compassion.
Maybe love is still there, waiting beneath the full life.
Waiting to be remembered.
Waiting to be tended.
Waiting for the two of you to look up and find each other again.