Stories — what God is doing here

Sophie stood near the door, deciding whether to slip out before anyone noticed. A girl waved her over and said, 'Sit with us — we saved you a seat.' It wasn't dramatic. It was love in public.

Sometimes love looks like listening in the wind. We set out tea, offered a biscuit, and heard about jobs lost, prayers whispered, friends who won't return calls. God was already on the pavement; we just showed up.