Love Finds Its Way
She was nearly eighty — a gentle, dignified lady who drove her old car faithfully to church every Sunday. Rain or shine, she made the 20-mile trip alone, her heart anchored in faith and fellowship. But when the time came that she could no longer drive, she quietly booked a taxi each week, determined not to miss a single service.
The taxi driver was a man about twenty years younger, a quiet soul with kind eyes. At first, it was just another ride. But as the Sundays passed, he began to notice the grace in her spirit, the joy in her simple words, and the quiet strength in her laughter. She, too, noticed his gentle heart — a man who treated her with care, never as a mere passenger, but as someone who mattered.
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One Sunday, after service, he asked if he could join her for tea. She smiled and said yes. One tea turned into many. Conversations grew deeper. Somewhere along those miles and moments, love quietly found its way between them.
Against all odds — against age, against expectations — they married. And theirs was not a story of youthful passion, but of steady companionship, mutual respect, and tender care. They built a life of simple joys: shared breakfasts, evening walks, holding hands in quiet prayers. They became living proof that love isn’t bound by age, and that God’s timing writes the most beautiful stories.
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Their story reminds me of Proverbs 19:21 — “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”
Indeed, love sometimes arrives when we least expect it… in a taxi ride, on an ordinary Sunday, in the quiet heart of two souls ready for a new chapter.
