A few thoughts on who I trust God to bring into my life… who I’m preparing a space to support and honor…
Her Presence.
The way she is. Not just how she looks, but the energy she carries into a room, the calm or fire in her eyes, how she listens, holds space, and makes you feel like the only one that matters when she’s really tuned in. It’s magnetic, grounding, and hard to fake.
Her Depth.
Life’s thrown curveballs. She’s caught some, dropped some, maybe thrown a few herself. But the woman who’s gone deep into herself, who’s wrestled her shadows, knows her worth, and isn’t afraid to explore life’s mysteries… well, that’s a whole different level of beautiful.
Her Playfulness.
That spark. That side that laughs until her belly hurts, surprises you with weird facts, or grabs your hand to dance barefoot in the kitchen. It’s the joy of life still alive in her, and it makes everything better. Especially when life’s hard.
Her Intuitive Knowing.
There’s a deeply feminine way of “just knowing”. It’s a visceral, gut-level, heart-rooted, soul-sourced kind of wisdom that doesn’t always make logical sense but proves itself true time and again. It’s the kind of knowing that nurtures, protects, and guides without needing a reason.
Her Ability to Create and Nurture Life.
Whether that’s literal (giving birth) or energetic (birthing ideas, holding emotional space, tending to what matters), she carries a natural creative force that brings things to life and keeps them alive. It’s powerful, often quiet, and foundational to everything.
Her Emotional Range and Expression.
She has access to a wide, rich palette of emotion and, when she’s safe to express it, it’s like poetry in motion. Joy, sorrow, desire, tenderness, rage, ecstasy… all woven together. It’s not always easy, but it’s real. And it brings color to life in a way only she can.
Her Capacity to Hold Space Without Fixing Me.
She doesn’t try to change me, solve me, or rewire me. She just lets me be. In that stillness, I find parts of myself I didn’t even know were waiting to breathe. With her, silence isn’t empty, it’s healing.
Her Grace to See Me Beyond My History.
Where others see the scars, she sees the man who carried them. She doesn’t shrink from my past, she honors the journey. Somehow, in her eyes, I’m not broken. I’m becoming.
And Back to Her Presence.
It softens the world. It quiets the noise. The armor drops. I stop trying to be something, and I just am. There’s a peace in her that meets the storm in me and when she is the storm I am her peace, and somehow, without words, everything feels okay again.