Love Runs Before You Call

The afternoon stretches out, long and quiet, and your pocket hums with a ghost. A vibration that isn't there.

A name that will not appear again. In this middle hour, the silence feels heaviest, like a weight you carry while everyone else keeps moving.

But listen — the light does not depend on a screen to reach you. It was shining before the message arrived, and it shines now in the empty space.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off. He did not wait for the phone to ring.

He did not wait for an apology. He ran.

Before the speech, before the explanation — he ran. The love you are waiting for did not vanish with the silence.

It is already running toward you, even now, through the noise of the day. You are not defined by who stops calling.

You are defined by the One who never stops.