As I get older, and now as a married woman, I’m realizing something humbling: I didn’t really know what love was. When I was younger, I thought love was a feeling. Something overwhelming, intoxicating, almost dramatic. If I felt deeply moved, emotionally charged, or romantically consumed by someone, I assumed that must be love. But looking back, much of what I called love was really infatuation. It burned hot, then disappeared. I would move from intensity to emptiness, from l

This weekend, I’ll be playing the “Pop the Balloon or Find Love” game at my birthday party. It’s nothing serious, just a parody, something to laugh about, but the comments under clips of this show always catch my attention. Every time a woman pops a balloon and gives her reason for not choosing a man, whether it’s height, style, compatibility, or simply a lack of attraction, a certain type of man online becomes instantly offended. Suddenly the comment section is full of, “See

Today I turn 35. I’m writing this the night before, sitting alone in quiet solitude in Central Florida while my husband is away in the Bahamas. I didn’t plan a big celebration. No dinner. No decorations. Just a moment to breathe, pray, and be with the Lord. For weeks I felt God calling me to fast. Not lightly, but firmly. Fasting has always been a major part of my walk. It sharpens me, brings clarity, and forces the flesh to bow. But this year, since being married, fasting ha