N8tivegirl

My soul is like a puzzle piece.

It aches to be placed beside the one it was created to fit with—

the match that completes the picture.

How do we recognize the one who makes us whole?

Is it by appearance, or is it something far deeper?

The flesh can be misleading.

But the spirit… the spirit always knows.

I believe that before time, before earth, before breath,

our souls were woven together—

knitted by the hands of God Himself.

We shared a history that existed outside of time.

And now, we wander, sometimes unknowingly,

searching for the one we were once one with.

Some call it a soulmate.

Others call it destiny.

I call it God’s promise.

There is a warmth to their presence—

a glow that does not need to be spoken or explained.

A love so deep it feels familiar.

Like something remembered, not newly discovered.

It makes me wonder how some settle for fragments

when God has always intended fullness.

Why not wait for the veil to lift?

Why not wait for the one your spirit recognizes instantly?

Because when two souls remember each other,

there is no hesitation.

No confusion.

Just peace.

I reflect on where I’ve been,

on who I’ve loved,

on what I’ve learned.

And I ask myself:

Did I overlook the one?

Was I searching for perfection instead of truth?

Because when God showed me your spirit,

He showed me pure light.

No shadows.

No fear.

Just love—radiant and whole.

Your spirit draws mine like two threads being woven back together.

What touches you touches me.

What wounds you wounds me.

What strengthens you strengthens me.

This is more than emotion.

More than desire.

This is recognition.

Your love is the warmth around my soul.

You are the ground beneath my spirit.

And so I wait—

not in longing,

but in faith.

Because the journey that leads me to you

cannot be compared to anything earthly.

When we meet, we will know.

Without question.

Without words.

My spirit longs to be home with yours—

where it is safe,

seen,

and fully loved.

The presence of God surrounds this love.

His grace guides it.

His promise fulfills it.

My spirit has walked far,

endured storms,

and kept hope alive

for the one who was created with me

and for me

by Him.

So I offer this:

my patience, my tenderness, my growth, my becoming.

You are my covering.

You are the home my heart recognizes.

You are the peace my spirit has prayed for.

And when God reveals you,

my soul will simply say:

Finally.