A Prayer of Gratitude for Love

She grew up on quiet nights, where love was a word she heard but never felt resting on her chest. Her tears learned silence early, her heart learned how to beat alone. No arms waited when she fell, no soft voice called her “home.” Yet God watched from the shadows, counting every tear like treasure, turning pain into unseen strength. He carried her through storms she thought would drown her, held her when no one else did, and whispered, “Wait, My child… wait.” Then one day, love arrived gently— not loud, not rushed, not cruel. A love that felt like safety, like healing, like answered prayer. A love that saw her scars and called them beautiful. And now she stands in awe, looking back at the road she survived, lifting her hands in gratitude, with a heart full of praise. Thank You, God, for the love I never knew as a child, for the arms You sent me later in life, for proving that delay is not denial. What I lacked, You restored. What I lost, You replaced. And in the love of my life, I finally feel… home. 🤍