N8tivegirl

A Love Crafted by God

The Prelude

Beloved,

“For everything there is a season, a time and a place under the sun.”

I have illuminated the path to Me with My love.

Close your eyes, and let Me whisper to your soul the promise of My Spirit.

My promises for you outnumber the stars in the heavens above. I am faithful to every covenant I make. Just as I was with Abram, I am with you—asking only that you trust Me and believe.

You have waited patiently for a love that lasts. You have hoped, prayed, and endured seasons where the answer felt delayed. But My child, delay is not denial. I was preparing you—just as I prepared Adam before Eve. I allowed you to rest. I allowed you to dream. And now I am calling you to awaken.

Lift your eyes and look. The fields are white, ready for harvest.

I heard your prayers.

I counted your tears.

I saw your spirit bent—but never broken.

I gathered you close to My heart when you felt forgotten. I was shaping something sacred in you, something that could hold the weight of love without losing itself. You were never abandoned in the waiting. You were being formed.

Before you ever searched for love, I placed My Spirit within you. You were created from My heart—fashioned with intention, tenderness, and strength. I shaped you to carry love well, to protect what is precious, to reflect My nature in the world.

You were never meant to rush love.

You were meant to recognize it.

The greatest blessings are often born under pressure. Waiting stretches the soul, but it also strengthens it. Faith is not the absence of longing—it is trusting Me even when the promise is unseen.

I know how close the promise feels—and how distant it can seem at the same time. But remember: the race is not won by the swift, but by the one who endures. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not yet seen.

Love, as I designed it, is patient.

It is kind.

It protects.

It trusts.

It hopes.

It perseveres.

It is never rushed, never forced, never rooted in fear.

I am the Author of love—not confusion, not heartbreak, not counterfeit affection. If you find yourself weary from empty promises, ask yourself: was I invited into the vision? Was I the foundation, or only the afterthought?

True love begins with Me.

A once-in-a-lifetime love is a gift—not something to chase, but something to receive. It is not born of striving, but of surrender. It reflects My covenant with My people—faithful, enduring, and sacred.

Marriage, love, partnership—these are not entered lightly. They are reflections of Me. They are formed from devotion, patience, and trust. And yes, they are worth believing in.

Do not run from love.

Pray for it.

Prepare for it.

Hope for it.

Because love, when crafted by Me, is never wasted—and everyone is worthy of it.