Entry 27- When Love Visits Again

After a couple of men came my way, I came to the realization that each relationship came with a side of juice I never ordered- this was literally every time love knocked at my door. 

I used to joke with my friends that I had a Ph.D. in relationship anxiety.  At the end of each relationship, there was always disappointment, or a red flag waving so hard it could start a parade. By the time I reached my last breakup, I was ready to swear off love altogether (technically, I did)—like, “Let’s just skip to the part where I get a cat and name him Mr. Whiskers.” Like in the cartoon "Brandi and Mr. Whiskers" remember that one?

But despite all that, I knew I still wanted love- (I LOVE LOVE). Not just any love, though. I started praying for a love that was different—a love that came with peace, security, and none of the emotional acrobatics I had become so used to. I wanted the kind of love described in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7— “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud…” You know, the kind of love that actually feels like a warm cup of tea on a cold day.

So, I prayed. And waited. And prayed some more.

And guess what? Love hasn’t visited yet. But you know what has? Hope. I’ve learned to trust God’s timing (even though I’ve definitely asked Him to speed it up a few times—no shame). In this season of waiting, I’m reminded of Psalm 27:14: “Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” Instead of worrying about when love will arrive, I’m focusing on becoming the woman God is shaping me to be.

Some days, I catch myself wondering if I’ll be single forever, and then I laugh at how my imagination spirals—like, "Well, maybe Mr. Whiskers and I can start a cozy tea shop and call it ‘Whiskers and Waffles.’” But then I remember that God knows my heart better than I do. He knows the love I need, and as Jeremiah 29:11 reminds me, He has “plans to prosper [me] and not to harm [me], plans to give [me] hope and a future.” I’m holding onto that hope, believing that when love visits again, it will be God-sent—a safe space filled with grace, joy, and maybe even a little humor.

For now, I wait with hope, trusting that love will come in Gods perfect timing. Until then, I’m keeping my sense of humor handy—and Mr. Whiskers on standby, just in case. (just kidding)

Father,  

I know you’ve got a plan; I can see it and I am excited to manifest it. While I wait for the love You have for me, help me to keep my heart hopeful and my spirit light. Guide me to become the person You’ve called me to be. Remind me that as I trust you, my heart is in good hands. And when love visits again, it will reflect Your peace, joy, and safety. Amen.