We’ve all seen that scene 🎬 before. Your typical high school romance 💕 note passing in the class.

I know friend you are busy, I know your working on what your doing, I know you’ve got so much on your own desk right now.

Tap, tap.

The smallest of vibrations on your right shoulder register in your mind.

You look 👀first from the corner of your eye before following with your head, just enough of an incline to see his face.

The love stuck face of a man who wants to pass a note through you.

Yes, through, you.

He extends out his hand with the little crisp piece of paper protruding from between his fingers. His smile is infectious.

He wants you to be apart of this love story, he wants to include you on the sweet words he has written down for his love. ❤️

I don’t know what his note looks like to you my friend, it could be a word of encouragement, a smile, a prayer or an action.

That little message could say everything and anything to the person who will receive it.

But the real question is, will you momentarily stop your own note taking, to pass his. To allow his love a channel, a passage, like the floods of a river through the indented land.

Go on, reach out your hand to his.

And pass it on. ❤️ ✉️ ❤️

Side note 📝 when I was passing love notes this morning he started singing a song from way back, a song I could never have imagined being relevant to my adult life. It was a song from my times in primary school. I bet he laughed when I was in those moments; knowing full well how intertwined these words would actually be for me.

‘I sent a letter to my love.
And on the way I dropped it,
Someone must have picked it up.
And put it in their pocket,
It wasn’t you, it wasn’t you.
It was you!’

God wants to drop so many love notes to his children, will you pick it up and deliver?