Love is patient

by Tracey Metzger

My husband and I were on line at the coffee shop in our neighborhood.  He knew I was having a bad day but I hadn’t told him how bad.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone I knew outside.  In an instant I began to panic at the thought of having to make conversation.  I turned to him and said, “I can’t do it, I can’t stay here to eat.”

He said, “It’s ok. We’ll take our sandwiches home to eat. “

He could have encouraged me to push through for his own convenience.

But…

Love is patient.

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