There is someone out there with a heart that is quietly preparing to meet yours.
You haven’t discovered them yet. You haven’t crossed paths. You may not even live in the same city or speak the same language. But already, there is something deeper that is bringing you together. It is a gentle, unseen thread moving through the foundation of your days — guiding you towards a moment that has already been written for you, a moment where two stories will meet, a moment that will change your life entirely. Not by chance, but due to destiny.
It’s tempting to believe that love arrives in one’s life only through external effort — through swiping, or scheduling, or searching based on what has worked for those who found connection before you. But the deepest kind of love often unfolds in a uniquely beautiful way. It happens not in pursuit, but in preparation, in timing. Because at the end of the day, God doesn’t just bring people into your life — he aligns them with the version of you who’s ready to receive them. The love that lasts doesn’t demand that you chase it. It asks you to become ready for it. To become open enough to recognize it when it appears—even if it doesn’t look like what you expected.
There is a reason you haven’t met the person who was made for your heart yet. Maybe they are learning how to stay. Maybe you are learning how to be still. Maybe life is softening the parts of you that once pushed depth away. Maybe God is still gently mending the wounds that would’ve made it hard to see each other clearly, to hold one another in the dark. There’s grace in the waiting, because it means that you won’t collide too early — you’ll arrive when your hearts know how to honor each other. And when you do, it won’t feel rushed. It won’t feel forced. It will feel like coming home—like something ancient in you recognizing something ancient in them.
Please don’t ever forget that even in the waiting—the thread still moves. Quietly, and faithfully. Through conversations that shape you. Through places you’re called to go. Through detours you didn’t expect to change you so deeply. Through moments that crack you open just enough to let more light in. And slowly, without even realizing it, you’re becoming the kind of person who can not only find that love — but keep it. The kind of person who can sustain it. The kind of person who can cherish it and grow with it. The kind of person who finds the kind of love that isn’t just a feeling, but a foundation. A home.
Love hasn’t forgotten you. Your story is still unfolding, and somewhere in the distance, someone is being shaped by it too. Someone whose prayers might sound a lot like yours. Someone who is healing in the places you are, learning in the ways you are, hoping with a heart that aches to the same degree as yours does.
Remember — real love exists, and it is on its way to you.
