At church, an older couple shuffles down the aisle to their pew. He reaches out for her hand, which she willingly and eagerly accepts, and they proceed to their seats.
A young mother holds her baby close. She kisses a chin and each cheek and smells the back of the neck as she patiently and purposefully sways.
A college-aged couple passionately embraces in the middle of the bread aisle. Their hands linger and their kiss is long. They see no one.
After he died she sat next to his empty chair. Weak and weary, she held her post for 9 days. Then she returned to him for eternity.
These are silent love stories.
No words are exchanged. In fact, no words are necessary.
Often overlooked and undervalued, sincere gestures and intentional presence are at the center of silent love stories.
On a day where things might seem loud or need to be proclaimed, look for the silent stories. They’re everywhere. They tell us more than we imagine and give us everything to believe.
Happy Valentine’s Day.