‘I always thought I’d just have one,’ I tell her that night. She’s sitting beside me outside her house, the car running idle, and I’m staring at the lights down at the intersection as we talk. Until I look at her. And I see her meet me in the pain and sorrow, and she responds quietly, ‘I know. I did too.’
One great love story. The one you spend so many of your years waiting for.
And instead of one great love story, you have chapters ending. Beginnings becoming bittersweet memories.
‘I think the hard part,’ I say, ‘is realizing that God uses broken things.’
Broken things. Endings.
She nods beside me.
When you spend your days waiting for the one to end the search, some days you get so caught up in the story you forget God’s goodness isn’t tied to just one.
You realize that they’re all just vessels for His goodness to enter your life,
even if it’s just a season.
When you realize God’s goodness isn’t tied to just that Person, maybe that’s when you realize how to fully love. How you fully risk. How you take the leaps of faith when there is no security on the other end.
And maybe, in the end, we’re all just broken vessels, broken so that His love seeps through the cracks.