Turning Around

Hi - Maeve here. You guys. I am touched and humbled to be a guest blogger on Songbird & a Nerd. For my very first time. I think that is one of the sweetest things about this blogging community - welcoming other writers in to your space. Below is a small snippet of my post. But, you can read the whole thing by clicking on the link at the end. While you're at it friends, take a peek at Lindsey's words too - she has the sweetest heart. 

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His parents must’ve forgotten to pick him up from practice. Simple mistake. We all forget things.

I hoped that was the case.

We drove past because we had somewhere we needed to be. I think that happens a lot.

I drive past, look away, keep my eyes on the traffic light, rather than the person - the person, like you and me - asking for help by my window. Sometimes, I'll give a Gatorade or granola bar and drive on with an aching heart.

But eventually, we move on right?

We move on and let go of that man or woman holding a sign.

We let go of the man who offered to shovel snow off our front stoop. We let go of the woman we made eye contact with and smiled who then yelled curse words at us. Sweet woman, I know you didn't mean it.

Truth is, I have trouble letting go. I'm sure you do too. Their faces and wrinkles and eyes stick to the fabric of my clothes and I can't shake them.

I told Matt we should turn around - he looked so young.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared to turn around. There is enough happening in our world to choose fear over faith. But fear is paralyzing, isn't it?

We looped around at the light and turned into the small parking lot.

I asked if he was okay.

He said he was - he just needed a ride to West Virginia.

"Is that home?"

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