You meet us in the dark and on the fringes. Around open tables. Heads down and hoodies up. Bubble gum clouds of vape. The place where I’ve sat reclined, waiting. Waiting for someone like you. Most days, I wonder where your love is going to surprise. Because I’ve been surprised around this table.
God of the fringes, will you show up and surprise today? Will you love so that the light comes back in our sad eyes? Make them dance again.
Friends who are struggling today, your sad eyes can dance again. The light can come back. Hold on until the miracle surprises. God, let it be so.
