It's strange to see love. It's so wonderfully strange. It comes in different forms. Sometimes in the form of sisters holding each other's tears and secrets. Of a widow holding her three remaining children and being strong for them. Of a boyfriend and sister finally getting along. Of a baby making a girl smile after she sees death. Of sacrifice. Of a boyfriend spending hours by the grave of his girlfriend playing her music. Of a man who barely knows someone helping them. Of a man being father to many. A Girl a sister and friend to everyone she meets. Love is feeling the sunshine after a long storm. Or feelings raindrops on your hand during the saddest week of your life. Love is feeling God's presence speak life into you even when death is near. Love is learning your life isn't yours. It's someone else's.
