The kettle whistled gently, steam curling into the stillness of the evening. Jessica lifted it from the stove with a practiced hand, pouring hot water into her favorite chipped mug—the one that read "Faith Over Feelings." The sweet scent of cinnamon and chamomile filled the small apartment as she walked barefoot to the living room.
It had been a long day—orders packed, emails answered, content filmed for her business page—but Jessica's soul wasn't tired. Her body might've been. But her heart? Rested. Rooted.
She wrapped herself in a light shawl and curled up by the window where her Bible, journal, and highlighter waited for her like old friends.
At 24, Jessica had more peace than most people twice her age. She had walked through heartbreak, loneliness, and seasons of silence. And yet, here she was—still hopeful, still joyful, still convinced that God's timing wasn't a delay, but divine preparation.
Her phone buzzed beside her. A voice note from her best friend, Lydia.
Jessica hit play.
"Girl, please tell me you're not journaling again tonight. Don't you want to come to the singles fellowship at church tomorrow? You never know who might be 'accidentally' standing next to you during worship…"
Jessica smiled, shaking her head.
She hit reply.
"Lyds, I love you—but I'm not going just to 'accidentally' bump into a husband. If God wants someone to notice me, He can handle that just fine. Besides, I'm journaling with Jesus right now. Best company there is."
She set her phone down, opened her journal, and wrote with gentle strokes:
"Dear Lord,
I'm not in a hurry. I trust You. But if You do send someone… let it be someone who sees You in me before he ever sees my smile. Someone who knows how to pray more than he knows how to flirt."
She paused, tapping the pen to her lips thoughtfully.
"Let him love You more than he'll ever love me. That's how I'll know it's him."
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Across the city, in a quiet apartment filled with books, leather journals, and the faint hum of instrumental worship music, Michael leaned back in his chair. He stretched his arms overhead, eyes drifting to the ceiling as the last rays of sunlight filtered through his window.
The clock read 9:47 p.m.
He had just wrapped up a video call with his father and two board members—strategy for the upcoming expansion of the logistics company. Business was good. Pressing, yes. But good.
Still, something in Michael felt… still. Anchored.
He wasn't the type to numb himself in noise. He liked silence. He liked presence.
He pulled out his journal—brown leather, worn edges, filled with the kind of prayers he never shared on social media. Things he didn't even speak aloud sometimes.
As he flipped to a blank page, he remembered the question his cousin had asked earlier that week:
"Bro, you're 27. You've got your life together. What are you waiting for?"
Michael had laughed. "I'm not waiting for a girl. I'm waiting for God's best."
His cousin rolled his eyes. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
Michael had simply smiled. "If I'm going to lead a woman, I need to make sure I'm being led first. I don't want to build something holy on a rushed foundation."
Tonight, he let his pen speak for him.
"Lord, wherever she is… cover her. Keep her spirit strong. Let her be filled with purpose long before I ever walk into her life. I don't need a girl who completes me—I want a woman who complements what You've already built in me."
He paused.
"And let me be a husband worthy of her prayers."
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Back in her apartment, Jessica pressed play on her worship playlist. Soft piano chords filled the air. She stood slowly, lifting her hands toward the ceiling, whispering a prayer through her tears.
"God, if it's just me and You for the rest of my life, that's enough. But… if You've written someone into my story, prepare him too. Don't just make him love me—make him love You more."
And somewhere in the stillness of the night, a whisper echoed in both their spirits.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just a quiet knowing.
God was moving. Even in the silence.
And though they had never met, two journals held matching prayers.
Two hearts beat with matching faith.
And Heaven had already marked the chapter that would bring them face to face.