When waiting becomes so heavy that you start to question everything you have ever believed in, even your mere existence. Then you need to pause and give yourself a break so that you do not break. Waiting is a very difficult thing to explain to people who have never truly experienced it. Because from the outside, it can look like nothing is happening. But internally, waiting can feel like carrying an entire life inside your chest with nowhere to place it. That feeling of waking up every day...

My love, How are you doing today? I may not know where you are right now, but I feel you closer than I’ve ever felt anyone. Your presence lingers quietly in my heart , like a promise that love still exists in its purest form. Sometimes I smile just thinking about you, and though we might have not met, your essence feels familiar… like a home I haven’t yet arrived at. I have waited a long time for this; to feel peace in love, to smile without fear, to believe that joy can be gentle and...

I used to think love should be loud. With signs. With urgency. With something dramatic enough to convince me it was real. But God had other plans. The love He introduced into my life did not shout. It whispered. And somehow, that whisper carried more weight than all the noise I had known before. “God is in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire, but He is also in the still small voice.” And that is exactly how this love showed up. Quiet. Steady. Sure. It didn’t arrive trying to impress me. It...