Love means WAITING!

This morning, I went on a beautiful “training” walk in preparation for a relay I’m doing with friends at the end of the month. I’ve been worried that I might slow them down - not stop them from finishing, but maybe keep them from “winning.”

Today’s walk was over 7 miles, with gorgeous scenery and so much to take in. I wore my new 8-pound weight vest, thinking if I could handle the extra weight now, I’d be more than ready on race day.

But once we got going, I realized I couldn’t keep up. I could do the walk - something I’m incredibly grateful for - but I just couldn’t move fast. My friends walked ahead, and I eventually lost sight of them. I started to panic… until I turned a corner and saw them waiting for me.

This happened over and over again. Each time I caught up, I braced for silence or frustration - but that never came. The conversation never stopped. They weren’t annoyed; they were just talking, enjoying the day. They kept checking in, asking if I was having fun, encouraging me along the way.

I can’t stop thinking about that quiet, powerful display of support. They just kept waiting for me.

And I’ve realized—that’s what love looks like to me: it’s WAITING!

My whole life, my heart and drive have always outpaced what my body could do. But my closest friends - they’ve always waited. Waited for me to climb down the mountain, to cross the river, to swim across the lake.

Thank you. 💛