My love story didn't begin with "I do." It began with learning to trust God in every season, every twist and turn, and unexpected detour along the way. As I waited (at times impatiently) for my Boaz to come along, God was cultivating my heart. He formed and stretched me in ways I didn't realize were shaping me while I waited. I learned that waiting seasons are not wasted. God has not forgotten me, not even for a millisecond. He is writing a story so much greater than what I could produce if I tried to run ahead of Him, guiding me through every step.
My love story didn't begin with "I do." It began with learning to trust God in every season, every twist and turn, and unexpected detour along the way. As I waited (at times impatiently) for my Boaz to come along, God was cultivating my heart. He formed and stretched me in ways I didn't realize were shaping me while I waited. I learned that waiting seasons are not wasted. God has not forgotten me, not even for a millisecond. He is writing a story so much greater than what I could produce if I tried to run ahead of Him, guiding me through every step.
