I waited,
not out of doubt,
but out of faith—
trusting that love arrives
when hearts are ready
to receive it.
And then came you.
Madly, wholly,
you filled the spaces
I didn't know were empty,
healed the wounds
I didn't know still ached.
Your love is a gentle fire,
burning away the fear,
nurturing the parts of me
that longed for light.
Thank you
for your patience,
your effort,
your steady hand
that holds me
through every storm.
I once prayed
for someone perfectly imperfect,
a soul crafted
to fit mine.
And God answered—
not with a dream,
but with you.
Now I know,
without question,
without end:
I waited for you,
not by chance,
but by faith.
When the time was right,
God brought you to me—
the answer to prayers
I whispered in silence.
You healed places in me
I didn't know were broken,
and nurtured parts of me
I didn't know needed love.
You are my perfectly imperfect gift,
my blessing,
my forever.
God created me
to love only you.
