#inspiteofme

Why do you love me? Is it because I was willing to sell my soul short of what it’s worth to be with you? Love isn't about sex or about physical attraction but it’s about doing what works for the other person. It’s about being okay with and respecting the other person’s beliefs in spite of your own. Love says, "I've seen the ugliest parts of you, and I am staying."

God is love.

Though we may not give our all to Him, He continuously blesses us with life and with the ever-fulfilling notion that He will always be there for us. Because of His patience He will wait until we let Him in.

Katie had been worried about her friend since the very first text, however unintelligible it might have been. There was always a small part of her that panicked whenever he, or any other of her friends for that matter, started drinking alone. Of course, she had done her fair share of it, but it was always different when it was someone close to her; that knowledge that if something went wrong, then nobody would be around to stop it. When she had read those three words on the screen of her phone, her heart had stuttered and her breath had caught unbearably in her throat. Three whole words, eight letters late... She had tried not to dwell on them, but there was something about him that made it impossible. They chase circles in her mind, round and round and round, making her feel quite dizzy as she makes a beeline for her car. He needs her; what has been said doesn't matter. 

She drives as fast as the traffic allows, cursing every red light and speeding through every green. It only takes her about ten minutes to get to Bradley's and she parks the car as swiftly as possible, before rushing up to his front door. The key is exactly where he said it would be and she retrieves it at lighting speed, shoving it into the lock and turning forcefully. She kicks the door shut behind her and hurries through and--

He is where he said he would be of course, lying on the sofa and she has never been so thankful to see him. She rushes over- "Bradley..." her voice catches in her throat and had it been anything else, she would be scolding herself; he was drunk for God's sake, not dying.