How many houses do we drive by daily? How many unknown stories are playing out in those homes…
I stopped by our old apartment yesterday, where we lived on the 2nd floor. The 1st floor was occupied by an aging couple – smart, genuine, witty, kind people who married late in life and truly enjoy each other’s company.
The husband was there alone. Has been there alone for some time, I guess, although we didn’t know. His wife has to live in a nursing home. I know this is the story for countless people, but it didn’t hit home until I saw his pain.
He misses her.
And that could be us.
Thank you, God, that Jon and I live under the same roof. Our story is still being told in one location, and our children are here with us too. A marriage is a love story, no matter the circumstances. But as it says in Psalm 16:6, “the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.”