Love That Grows in Faith

I’m Samuel, 42, a high school history teacher, part-time worship team guitarist, and, after my divorce three years ago, someone who’d quietly wondered if God still had a love story for me. I wasn’t looking for perfection. I just wanted someone who understood that faith isn’t just Sunday morning, it’s the quiet rhythm of everyday life. That’s why I joined JustSingleChristians.com.

The site felt like a breath of grace. No flashy photos or vague “spiritual but not religious” bios, just real believers sharing their hearts, their hopes, and their honest walks with Christ. That’s where I saw Hannah’s profile. Her photo showed her laughing in a sunlit garden, and her words were simple: “Loving Jesus first. Mom to a rescue pup named Grace. Seeking a friendship rooted in prayer, patience, and shared purpose.”

I messaged her with a verse that had been on my heart: “‘Two are better than one…’ (Ecclesiastes 4:9). Coffee sometime? I promise my dog, Moses, won’t steal your seat… though he might try.”

She replied the next morning: “Moses and Grace would get along famously. And yes—coffee sounds like a good place to start. Maybe we can pray over it first?”

Our first meeting was at a cozy café near the church where she volunteered. She arrived with a well-worn Bible tucked under her arm and eyes that held both kindness and quiet strength. We talked for hours, not just about faith, but about the messy, beautiful reality of living it out: forgiving when it’s hard, trusting when answers don’t come, and learning to receive grace as much as we give it.

- I used to think being ‘ready’ for love meant having everything figured out. - Hannah admitted, stirring her tea. - But God’s been teaching me that He meets us right in the middle of our questions.

- I feel that. - I said. - After my marriage ended, I wrestled with shame. But slowly, I realized God wasn’t disappointed in me, He was walking with me through it.

There was no pretense between us. Just two souls, tender from life’s storms, choosing to be honest about where they’d been, and where they hoped to go, hand in hand with Christ.

Our second date was a walk through a local park, Moses and Grace trotting ahead like old friends. We stopped by a quiet bench beneath an oak tree and prayed together, simple, heartfelt words asking for wisdom, clarity, and peace. In that moment, I felt something shift: not just attraction, but alignment.

Now, nearly a year later, our love is woven with threads of shared devotion. We start our days with a quick text: “Praying for you.” We serve together at the community food pantry. We laugh over burnt casseroles and late-night Bible study rabbit trails. And when life gets heavy, when her mom was sick, or when I doubted my purpose, we didn’t try to fix each other. We just held space, prayed, and reminded one another of God’s faithfulness.

Hannah once said to me:

- I wasn’t looking for a hero. I was looking for a fellow traveler, someone who’d walk with me toward Jesus, not away from the hard stuff.

That’s the gift JustSingleChristians.com gave us: a place to meet not just as singles, but as believers seeking a love that honors God first. Our relationship isn’t perfect, but it’s rooted. And in that soil, watered by prayer and grace, something tender and true has grown.

As we sat on our porch last Sunday, watching the sunset paint the sky in gold and rose, Hannah leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered:

- God knew what He was doing when He brought us together, right when we were finally ready to let Him lead.

And I knew, deep in my spirit, that He did. Because the best love stories aren’t just about finding someone. They’re about finding each other in Him.