Have you ever been in love?
Not the kind that flatters your ego,
but the kind that silences your soul—
that pulls your thoughts
to places your body hasn't yet arrived.
Where did your mind wander
when your eyes read me like scripture,
turning my pages
as if they were strands of hair?
Did love take you somewhere unfamiliar—
a place that made you unlearn
everything you thought you knew?
Did it make you question
what love really means?
Because I don't crave a polished love.
I want a purposeful love—
one rooted not in perfection,
but in partnership.
A bond built on mutual support,
shared vision,
and sacred teamwork—
where both hearts
pour equally into the soil
of our becoming.
What's your definition of love?
Mine is simple:
Love is wanting more for someone
than they even know to want for themselves.
See, God doesn't wait until you've arrived.
He sends you a partner mid-journey—
not after the storm clears,
but right in the middle
of your becoming.
The right one won't fear your process.
They'll honor it.
They won't run when things get hard.
They'll help you grow through it.
They'll pray with you,
pray for you,
build beside you,
and remind you who you are
when you forget.
Most people want the finished product—
someone already healed,
already whole,
already packaged with no baggage.
But God...
God sends people
who can handle your construction phase.
That space where you're not yet where you want to be,
might not even know where you're going—
but your person
sees your destination
and still chooses you
right where you are.
That's alignment—
not perfection,
but partnership.
A teammate.
A lover.
A fighter
who fights for you.
Because God doesn't send someone
just to make you feel loved.
He sends someone
to keep you focused,
grounded,
and obedient to purpose.
That's how you know love is real.
Real love challenges you—
but it covers you too.
Like a mother shielding her child from a fall,
or an older sibling guarding you
from what doesn't deserve you.
So don't wait to be fully healed,
wealthy,
or ready,
before love finds you.
Sometimes,
God sends the right person
while you're still in progress—
because the right one
won't just celebrate your potential,
they'll help you reach it.
They'll get down in the dirt with you,
hands and knees dirty,
helping you rebuild.
They'll hold you steady
in your time of need—
all while
you're still in the making.
No one is born with the tools.
Everything is learned,
discovered,
built over time.
Love is much like that.
If you were never taught
to love yourself,
how could you know
how to love another—
or believe
they could love you back?
Love is sacred.
It's a pulse,
a whisper that says stay.
It wears many faces—
romantic,
familial,
platonic.
It's the thread
woven through the fabric
of our becoming.
It shapes how we eat,
how we sleep,
how safe we feel,
how deeply we trust,
how boldly we dream.
But don't get it twisted—
that person will make mistakes.
They're human.
Yet they'll move
in a way that lifts you,
holds you,
and makes you want better
for yourself.
The love I'm talking about—
it isn't once in a lifetime,
but it is rare.
So if you find it
while you're still becoming—
lean in.
Dig deep.
Don't let go.
Allow yourself to be poured into,
and remember
to pour back.
Keep the fire alive.
Because you can't doubt
what you can see grow.
Don't be afraid
to be watered.
Your mind,
your body,
your soul—
they all need nourishment.
And finally...
love unconditionally.
It won't be effortless,
but it will feel like grace—
like you just stumbled upon it.
I once asked my mother,
"Why do good people
always seem to be the ones who hurt?"
And she said,
"When you pick a flower,
which one do you take?"
I thought for a moment.
Because I pick the pretty one—
the one with full leaves,
vibrant color,
the one that meets my gaze
and dares me to take it home.
I pick the one
with the smallest flaws,
believing
I can make it whole again.
Then I wondered—
maybe if I hadn't picked it,
it would've kept growing.
Its wounds would've healed.
So now I ask you...
Which one do you pick?
Have you ever been in love?
To anyone finding their fire again—
may it come back steady,
unshakeable,
and impossible to lose.
May the love of your life
find you,
fight for you,
and never let go.
