The Price Of Connection

Inconvenience is the price of friendship, of community, of love. It’s the late-night call when you’re tired, the canceled plans you forgive, the small silence you fill with grace. Love will ask for your time when you have none to give. It will interrupt your comfort, stretch your patience, and still be worth it. The truth is loneliness is the cost of convenience. And hearts don’t grow in perfect schedules, they grow in the sacred mess of showing up, again and again when it would’ve been easier not to.