A Love Worth Waiting For.

There’s a kind of love that doesn’t disrupt your peace—it folds into it.

A love that prays beside you, not just for you.

That hears the silence and doesn’t rush to fill it.

A love that smells like home-cooked meals and sounds like guitars at golden hour.

That honors your past, your healing, your quiet routines—and still makes your heart skip when they walk into the room.

It’s okay to want that kind of love.

It’s okay to wait for it.

It’s okay to protect your peace until peace knocks at your door and says, “Hey, I brought music, prayer, and clean eating. Can I sit beside you?”

You’re not picky—you’re purposeful.

You’re not afraid of love—you just know your worth.

And you’re not behind—you’re being prepared.

So here’s to the week ahead:

To living with joy.

To loving your solitude.

To praying not just for love, but for the right love.

And trusting that what’s meant for you will know the rhythm of your life—and join in, not interrupt.