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Dear Beloved,

Do you have a moment? Lean in close, there’s something very important, very special, you need to hear. Slow down the scrolling. Take a deep breath. Are you ready?

You. Are. Loved.


 
 
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It was the limp that caught my eye.

It was the limp that caught my eye.

In a bit of a rush, a common state of being for me as of late, I grabbed a shopping cart, quickly tallying my purchases against the quickest route through the store. Eyes on my phone, I almost ran into him.

The man with the limp.

Frustrated at the interruption to my pace, I slowed down enough to avoid nicking his heels. Pausing to increase the space between us, I watched him move. There was something about his gait, the slouch of his shoulders, the tilt of his head as he meandered down the aisle that tugged at my heart.

He must’ve lived quite the life.

Unbidden, the thought brought tears to my eyes. What was wrong with me?